The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Art of Cinema #56

He Who Gets Slapped
(Victor Seastrom; 1924)


Rob said...

My favorite Chaney film, perhaps because it was one of the first I ever saw, and was mightily impressed.


swac said...

No two ways about it...clowns are creepy.

This film is such a bizarre item, yet it was also a big hit. I often wonder how people reacted to it, in light of its horrific finale and surreal touches like the little clowns dancing around the globe.

Ah, the days before focus groups...