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

Adventures in American Filmmaking #96

Today's Adventure: Stanley Kubrick looks away from Tracy Reed and George C. Scott on the set of 'Dr Strangelove' at Shepperton Studios, 7th March, 1963.


Vanwall said...

Damn, she was something else. Wasn't she the only woman in this film?

Tom Sutpen said...

She was indeed; pulling double-duty as both the secretary and the Playboy centerfold Slim Pickens is gawking at whilst piloting the B-52.

Still, she was a knockout. The thinking must have been, we've only got one female role in this script, let's make the most of it.

And they did.

Tommy O'C said...

Umm, did she get paid overtime for all that?