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Akira Kurosawa, on watching Solaris with Andrei Tarkovsky:
"Tarkovsky was sitting in the corner of the screening room watching the film with me, but he got up as soon as the film was over, and looked at me with a shy smile. I said to him, “It’s very good. It’s a frightening movie.” He seemed embarrassed, but smiled happily.
Then the two of us went to a film union restaurant and toasted with vodka. Tarkovsky, who does not usually drink, got completely drunk and cut off the speakers at the restaurant, then began singing the theme of Seven Samurai at the top of his voice. I joined in, eager to keep up.
At that moment I was very happy to be on Earth.”
"I remember a night a couple years ago when I had gotten in an argument with the person I was dating, and it seemed we were broken up. Communication was cut off. This type of cold turkey has graver emotional consequences for millenials than any generation before. When you’re not on speaking terms with someone these days, you don’t just lose a few date nights a week. Dating someone with an iPhone means that you live with a cloud of potential contact with your love floating around you, the safety net of a place to send your errant thoughts in texts, a way to exchange nudges of attention and affirmation without having to leave your seat. And having lost that cloud of communication, I felt profoundly alone. My evangelical Christian roots reminded me to seek a ‘relationship with God,’ a concept I have always found alluring and baffling at once. What is a relationship without two voices and two bodies? You can’t text God goodnight, and that is all that I wanted on the earth. Someone to send me the words, I’m here, I’m here, and I want you. Words I could hold in my hands and read from a screen, lighting my face in the dark of my bed. Proof that someone had put me in the same kingdom in his mind as I had put him in mine. That I was somehow somewhere else as well, and not just alone in my skin.
"What is it like to share your life with someone?"
This is an AMAZING review. I haven’t seen the movie, but the fact that it prompted Ms. Wilford to write this pretty much justifies its existence.
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a three ounce baby galápagos tortoise and its 564 pound mother. it will take thirty years for the baby to grow as big as the mother. galápagos tortoises are the longest lived of all vertebrates, with average lifespans of more than a hundred years. photo by mandy quayle at the taronga western plains zoo in new south wales, australia.
I know of few closing sentences as perfect as these.
The Malatesta Library, in Cesena, Italy (built circa 1450), is the oldest surviving library space in the West.
"The year is 1957. A new program entitled ‘The Lester Guy Show’ is debuting on the Zoblotnick Broadcasting Corporation (ZBC). Most of the cast is nuts, the crew is incompetent and everything that could go wrong always does. Of course, this makes the show a hit." So goes the logline to David Lynch’s short-lived ABC sitcom "On The Air" and if you need a reminder of what the filmmaker did with his opportunity to be zapped into the homes of mainstream America, here you go.