So so great to read these pieces, just to be immersed in both your voice and the early-'70s cinematic world I sink into like a warm bath. (You’re talking to someone who ID-ed a short, barely audible soundbite of inessential dialogue from Three Days of the Condor between songs on Radiohead’s OK Computer on first listen when it came out.) I also want to acknowledge the deft, seemingly thrown-off film criticism that runs throughout these entires—like your breezy apt summary of Bree’s existential dilemma in Klute: finding empowerment in turning tricks and humiliation in modeling/acting (which I, bizarrely, identify with these days.) This collection of pieces sits somewhere alongside your fantastic celebrations of difficult or undersung male European film actors, and I can’t get enough. Thanks for them.
I'm still waiting for high-waisted, wide-leg pants to come back -- the early 70s' version, which were tight only around the hips & butt and flared below, but not cartoonishly so. The old boiled-wool Navy 13-button bells, for example. Somewhere I have an old Life magazine from the late 30s that features Greta Garbo in gorgeous drapey gabardine trousers of roughly the same cut; have aspired to that look since.
So so great to read these pieces, just to be immersed in both your voice and the early-'70s cinematic world I sink into like a warm bath. (You’re talking to someone who ID-ed a short, barely audible soundbite of inessential dialogue from Three Days of the Condor between songs on Radiohead’s OK Computer on first listen when it came out.) I also want to acknowledge the deft, seemingly thrown-off film criticism that runs throughout these entires—like your breezy apt summary of Bree’s existential dilemma in Klute: finding empowerment in turning tricks and humiliation in modeling/acting (which I, bizarrely, identify with these days.) This collection of pieces sits somewhere alongside your fantastic celebrations of difficult or undersung male European film actors, and I can’t get enough. Thanks for them.
I'm still waiting for high-waisted, wide-leg pants to come back -- the early 70s' version, which were tight only around the hips & butt and flared below, but not cartoonishly so. The old boiled-wool Navy 13-button bells, for example. Somewhere I have an old Life magazine from the late 30s that features Greta Garbo in gorgeous drapey gabardine trousers of roughly the same cut; have aspired to that look since.
What, no Tony Manero?
Terrific piece.
You again totally rock. You didn't mention the Elon Musk autobiography Zardoz though.