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

Seminal Image #447

Citta violenta
(Violent City)
(Sergio Sollima; 1970)


Vanwall said...

Jeez, you guys have god-damnest ability to ferret out the quirkier directions movies take.

Tom Sutpen said...

Well . . .

I have a tremendous affection for Italian commercial cinema. Always have. And Sollima was better than most.

swac said...

I love this movie...I found the Anchor Bay DVD in a bargain bin once, and wound up watching it twice in one week.

Early '70s Italian commercial cinema is a fascinating period, no doubt about it. I'm taking a break from watching "Anthony M. Dawson"'s Seven Deaths in the Cat's Eye (with Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg!). Wish it were a better copy though...