I've finally seen the director's cut. It was hard to differentiate from the theatrical; things occasionally felt off, but never unfamiliar. But I really struggled to find the same emotional magnetism this time. I need to stop rewatching basic hits. Anyhow, I didn't lose appreciation for all the great roles. Hemsworth, his buddy, and his buddy's sister all shine. Viola fits in, but is less revelatory than before. Holt is amazing. The technical language is a joy to experience (as is par for Mann). Most movies treat you like a dolt--so you end up relenting intensity, and slouch into the calloused sleepwalk
A walk by the brook #22: Girl with a Suitcase
I saw this because it's the next Zurlini and it stars Cardinale. It has the same boy as Corruption. Italy looks good once again. I need to go back to this well
A walk by the brook #23: The Swimming Pool
I don't know what the allure was exactly. Bourgeois misbehavior. I guess maybe Romy, or the remnants Delon's nudge from Indian Summer. This performance goes in a similar lane, though the gravity is still abstract. It's also funny that the poster spoils the movie; the title sort of does too. It has that late-60s feel to it--French New Hollywood. I wish the series didn't end on this one. It has a moment or two of thrill, but those're only a tease. The mind ages it to dread. It's most proper to think of it is as a small summer movie with stars. Who cares what happens--you were there with them
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