... you can learn from:
Last Year at Marienbad (1961)
X: Empty salons. Corridors. Salons. Doors. Doors. Salons. Empty chairs, deep armchairs, thick carpets. Heavy hangings. Stairs, steps. Steps, one after the other. Glass objects, objects still intact, empty glasses. A glass that falls, three, two, one, zero. Glass partition, letters.
The great filmmaker Alain Resnais was born 97 years ago today! I only just finally saw Marienbad about a year or two ago for the first time -- I don't know what took me so damn long. When I did my list of "Favorite 1961 Movies" and realized I'd never seen it I finally shamed myself into it. Anyway I assume it's fine to say, I feel no shame in saying, that I was totally perplexed by it. Not in a negative way, but a fascinated one -- it's hypnotic but if you asked me to explain it right now I'd probably be at a loss. It felt like a dream. One I feel will, with revisits over the years, always seem a little bit different. Any fans?