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 #139

The Naked Kiss
(Samuel Fuller; 1964)

1 comment :

Vanwall said...

A bald whore whaling on a sniveling pimp with her hig-heeled shoe for her cut - what could ever beat that for a beginning? Constance Towers showed some guts in taking the lead role, I always thought - depravity, sex, murder, child-molestation - these were taboo subjects back then, and it couldn't have done wonders for her career. This is the film for me that defines the non-war movie side of Fuller's oeuvre - the very heights of lurid, nothing more, and certainly nothing less.