Today, my thoughts turn to the man himself: his imprisonment, his exile, and the extraordinary experience of coming so close to death. I have such admiration for the man who, despite all he endured, left us a body of work I still return to with the greatest affection.
205 years ago today,
Fyodor Dostoevsky was born.
I have always been fascinated by the way he writes about people. He never seems in a hurry to judge them, nor does he feel the need to make them particularly admirable.
The final scene of ROMAN HOLIDAY (1953) hurts precisely because neither Ann nor Joe asks the other to stay. Just one last look, a formal handshake and Gregory Peck walking out of that room alone. What a beautiful, bittersweet ending.
[ Romantic Comedy, 1977 ]
Sunday Night / Film Diary ̟
𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥 is terribly good at reminding us that people are complicated, relationships are absurd and one’s own mind is hardly a reliable place to live. still, what a lovely mess.
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