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 #81

The War of the Worlds
(Byron Haskin/George Pal, 1953)


Sam said...

After watching Spielberg's version which I thought was alright, I'll take Pal's version anyday. It was the right film for the right time, with COld War feelings and all

Brooklyn Blowhard said...

I thought the aliens in the original film were much better than those awful tripods in the new version.
I'll take Gene Barry over Tom Cruise anyday.