In this globalized universe where it seems that everyone's watching the same movies and eating the same food, there are still abysmal and overwhelming fractures separating one culture from another. How can two peoples, one of which unknowing of Totò, truly understand each other?I have some inkling of what he means. I'm not sure I can take more Pasolini—if he goes wholly Seventh Seal and dumps the Life of Brian elements, I am sure I will find the result unwatchable—but I will definitely be on the lookout for Totò.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The Hawks and the Sparrows
I got a chance to watch Pasolini's Uccellacci e Uccellini (The Hawks and the Sparrows). My report: I had no idea what the hell I was watching, but I was entertained—probably more entertained, in my naivete, than I was supposed to be. I am especially glad for the exposure to Totò, who I am ashamed to say I had never heard of before. Wikipedia quotes Umberto Eco: