Just finished watching the 60s black and white classic, Last Year at Marienbad. It seemed to last an eternity. I think I'll get a copy to put on when I have trouble sleeping. I realize I am identifying myself as a troglodyte of mammoth proportions, but c'est la vie, as they would say in the movie - ou peutetre pas - je ne sais plus.
However, I want almost every dress in the movie.
In the interests of truth in advertising, I must reveal that I write this entry in haste so my pal Lydia can log on and post a comment. How craven can one get?
Later - or not. (The movie has definitely affected me. Probably. I'm not sure. I don't remember any more . . . )
1 comment:
ambiguous environment - obtuse motives - BRILLIANT
Lydia Schulze
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