“I feast my eyes to feed my dreams”
When I was coming of age this film informed so much of my worldview despite being made when I was literally three years old. In some ways not a lot has changed since then, geopolitically speaking, but I’m not going to pretend I was aware of that when I first saw this. I used to idolize this band, they were my Beatles, because they were like if the Beatles made you feel smart for listening to them. They made music…
After watching this I picked up Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre and found this passage about a man who is reading from every book in the library in alphabetical order, and somehow I feel it links with Basquiat:
"I study him with a sort of admiration. What will-power he must have to carry through, slowly, obstinately, a plan on such a vast scale. One day, seven years ago (he told me he had been a student for seven years) he came…
Turned off after 80 minutes. I would go further if I felt it was worth it, but from what I've read, it doesn't seem like the next hundred minutes will be any different. Andrei Rublev was longer, but at least it had a point. All this has is dozens of people smearing their filth all over each other.