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 #114

Les Vacances de M. Hulot
(Mr. Hulot's Holiday)
(Jacques Tati; 1953)


Jeff Duncanson said...

Ah, M. Hulot. I wish I could put into words why I love those movies so much. I'll borrow something that Levon Helm once said about Van Morrison - "It's like pulling off a pair of tight boots after a long day."

Anonymous said...

Les Vacances de M. Hulot...or as I call it The Bellboy for eggheads. When we're talking Tati go immediately to Playtime, his ne plus plus...

Tom Sutpen said...

Interesting. I've long said that Tati was Jerry Lewis with taste just too good for his own good. 'Play Time' is his masterpiece, no doubt, but I think I like his previous work more than thou.

Anonymous said...

Some intriguing parallels between these two, both made their first features about the same time, 48-49ish, and both bottomed out at the same time in the early 70s at which time BOTH ended up making half-baked films in Sweden!