January 6th, 2015

Le Pont Du Nord

Jacques Rivette makes the films I'd make for myself if I had the talent and the wherewithal- films about ghosts, conspiracies, female friendship, Joan of Arc, metaphysics, Balzac, psychogeography. I think he might just be my favourite director. Le Pont du Nord features mother and daughter Bulle and Pascale Ogier as an ex con and an otherworldly, street-fighting Quixote who pursue an ill-defined quest round the streets of Paris. The city is their co-star. As is November.  "It's not a game" people keep saying- as if to convince themselves.

Pascale Ogier died at 25. If you haven't heard of her, that's why.

What's Sauce For The Goose...

We received a belated Christmas card this morning featuring a woodcut by Eric Gill- the sculptor and polemicist- who was also a sex abuser of Savilian shamelessness. Apparently the dodginess of the artist hasn't tainted the art.

Same seems to be true of the movies of Roman Polanski.

It's a generous doctrine. I like it. We should apply it across the board.

So, are you ready?

All together now,

"Tie me kangaroo down, sport,
Tie me kangaroo down..."