The man who wasn’t there
Shostakovich, piano concerto no. 1, op. 35. This piece features an
amazing trumpet solo part in the final movement. (The CD traversal continues.)
A recent movie:
The man who wasn’t there. This is an amazingly
stylish film, with a slightly creepy tone, and a delicious
black humour. It’s brilliantly shot, all in black and white:
from the opening credits featuring a striped barber's pole,
endlessly spiralling to the strains of Beethoven; to the very
last scene which is done in an incredibly clinical and
If forced to attempt a “deep analysis” of its theme,
that this film is all about the allure of the American Dream,
and how difficult its realisation can be, and the
disillusionment of failed hopes. But, it’s probably not worth
trying to sum it up in short sentences. Probably the best
film I saw in 2001.
Talking of movies, a reaction
to the theory that Star Wars was carefully constructed
to embody mythic archetypes, as identified by guru, Joseph Campbell.
Makes all the obvious points.
Finally, a creepy, and
thought-provoking essay from the LRB, all about a woman and her
relationship with World War One.