“Each film is my last.”

“Film is not like literature. More often than not, the character and the substance of the two art forms are in conflict. The written word is read and assimilated by a conscious act and in connection with the intellect, and little by little, it plays on the imagination or feelings. It is completely different with the motion picture. When we see a film in a cinema we are conscious that an illusion has been prepared for us and we relax and accept it with our will and intellect. We prepare the way into our imagination. The sequence of images play directly on our feelings without touching our mind.”

Most of the country dislikes or hates Trudeau and yet they gladly take his various handout-cheques for the past four years. Nobody sends them back and tells him to stuff it.

Everybody, everything has its process, presence and absence.

The number of times Trump has changed his position on abortion.

So why should anyone believe him now?

Isn’t the Devil a proficient liar?

finally has his peace long after the infamous, media-frenzied Bronco chase on an L.A. highway back in 1994. (“Where were you when….?”)

O.J. Simpson, aka O.J., social pariah and convicted felon, dead at 76, who, ironically, requested a drink of orange juice from police as they surrounded him inside his house.

You were such a long time coming, but better late than never. A moonshadow that quieted birds and chilled the air. Startled I was at the hole above that opened in the clouds. Your dark magic enveloped me and released our night-side, then blinded me.

It’s not every day one gets totality like this. I took off my glasses and looked directly at you: your prominences and primal flares– a lifetime of love in what seemed like seconds. Corona moment.

All light and my life changed then, all plans and limits. No diamond-ring affect, still I’d stake my vision on what we truly were then. People cheering… it was suddenly o’er before I could catch another glimpse of you.

Mostly it seems we spend our daze looking down not up, living slivers of human events. But as I recall, you blacked out the sun and melted lines to any known bearings, causing outages and disruptions. It is thus I remember you well, your beauty and mystery, moving on, passing by me on an empty field in Oregon somewhere, feeling lost for words to say all that knew just then, of sun and moon.

what Marlon Brando’s closest friends called him.

It is in the film genre that you will find the last best of pre-Covid Art; Swedish filmmaker Bergman (1918-2007), for me, epitomizes what a great artist used to be/mean.