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Cave of Forgotten Dreams Sundance Selects Octubre New Yorker Films A Screaming Man Film Movement He took a mouthful of colored liquid. He put his palm on the great rock. Then he sprayed his hand with the liquid in his mouth and left the hand’s outline on the rock. And there I saw it, seventeen thousand years later. It was in the prehistoric Lascaux cave in south-central France, back in the last century, when visitors were allowed. All around me were overwhelming paintings of animals, paintings almost frightening in both their quality and their age.
Certified Copy Sundance Selects In a Better World Sony Pictures Classics My Perestroika International Film Circuit The wondrous Iranian director Abbas Kiarostami has made his first fiction feature outside Iran. Not only is it set in the West—in Italy—but the dialogue is in Italian, French, and English. First-rank film-makers are not always at their best away from home (Renoir and Antonioni in America, Bergman in Germany), but Certified Copy is authentically the work of the man who made Through the Olive Trees and Taste of Cherry. This is pleasantly surprising.
Last week, I attended the Marrakech Film Festival. I had never been to a film festival before, but the experience was in some ways no different from what I had imagined about Cannes or Sundance, albeit with a somewhat lower glamour quotient. The opening gala, complete with red carpet and paparazzi, was staged in a swanky convention hall surrounded by five-star hotels. The requisite stars made appearances: Jury chairman John Malkovich spoke acceptable French to his TV interviewer, while Keanu Reeves, displaying some alarming facial hair, didn’t bother to try.
Lourdes Palisades Tartan Harlan--In the Shadow of “Jew Süss” Zeitgeist Films The Art of the Steal Sundance Selects Catholic churches are where Catholic people go to pray. The Sanctuary of Our Lady of Lourdes is where Catholic people go for miracles. When I was a schoolboy, a Catholic classmate of mine had a sister with a malformed foot. Their parents, working-class people, were saving scrupulously for a trip to Lourdes, hoping for a miracle to heal their daughter’s foot.