Today marks the 100th anniversary of the premiere of Battleship Potemkin, which took place at the Bolshoi Theatre in Moscow on December 21, 1925.
Sergei Eisenstein on the film's premiere:
"APPLAUSE LIKE THE CRACKLE of rifle shots echoes through the semi-circular corridors of the Bolshoi Theater. I am in the corridor, nervous not only about the fate of Potemkin, but about its . . . spittle. For, indeed, its last reel revolved around spittle. Climbing higher and higher, from the orchestra to the dress circle, from the mezzanine to the balcony, driven upward by the growth of excitement, I hungrily and anxiously drink in every sound of the applause. Then, like a thunderclap, it bursts from the entire audience. One — that is the scene with the red flag. Two — that’s the one of the guns of the Potemkin firing at the generals' headquarters in reply to the Odessa massacre. I continue to wander through the empty concentric halls. Not a soul. Even the ushers have gone inside, a most unusual event: here, in the State Academic Bolshoi Theater, for the first time in its history — the showing of a film. Now it will come — the third burst of applause as the Potemkin passes through the admiral’s squadron “flying the victorious flag of freedom." I am suddenly in a cold sweat. All other sensations are shocked out of existence. Spittle! My God! Spittle! Spittle! In the last-minute rush in the cutting room we had forgotten to splice the final reel. The sequence of the meeting of the squadron was made up of extremely short cuts. To make sure they would not be lost or get mixed up, I stuck them together by licking them with my tongue, and gave the reel to the assistant to splice. Then I took a look at the first version. Tore it apart. Looked at the second. Tore and changed that one, too. Suddenly I remember that my assistant did not have the time to splice up the final version. And by now it is out of the can and being threaded for projection. Film cement has not been substituted for spittle. Yes — I can tell by the music — the last reel has already started! How can I prevent disaster? In utter confusion I race through the semicircular hallways and spiral down the corkscrew stairs, possessed by a single desire, to bury myself in the cellar, in the earth, in oblivion. The break will come at any moment now! Bits of film will come flying out of the projector. The finale of the picture will be choked off, murdered. But then . . . unbelievable . . . a miracle!! The spittle holds! The film races through to the very end! Back in the cutting room we couldn't believe our own eyes — in our hands the short cuts came apart without the slightest effort, and yet they had been held together by some magic force as they ran, in one whole piece, through the projector . . ."
— "Immoral Memories: An Autobiography" by Sergei Eisenstein, translated by Herbert Marshall, published in 1983
Congratulations to Catherine Connolly, the next President of Ireland.
Catherine will be a voice for peace, social justice and a united Ireland.
This is a landslide victory for humanity and for hope!
Last week at the Studio des Ursulines, where Buñuel held the premiere of Un chien Andalou in 1929 and where Eric Rohmer discovered his love of cinema ten years later
Sindo to Catherine Connolly: Do you regret facilitating the racist woman formerly employed by this newspaper running for president? Why didn't you clap for Zelenskyy? Don't you want to get rid of the triple lock?
Sindo to Simon Harris: Do you do your own weekly shop? 🥰
A short clip from the #Clondalkin@LocaliseYouth documentary in association with St. Bríd's unit for acquired brain injury in Peamount. A credit to everyone involved. From emotion to resilience, empathy, seeing other perspectives, lessons for life, being a breath of fresh air. 👏
Boss of a small regional office decided that he liked the idea of everyone staying an extra 10 mins after their shifts to fill in an online form listing five things they did that day. He changed his mind very quickly after just one email from Unite the Union. Join a union.