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 #117

Today's Adventure: On the set of Rosemary's Baby, Mia Farrow and Roman Polanski
change places (1968)


Tommy O'C said...

Polanski supposedly made the actors perform according to his exact instructions, down to the smallest detail. Cassavetes, who knew a thing or two about acting (and was basically just doing it to finance his next indie project), blew up at Polanski and said something like, "There are no stars on this picture! You're the star!" And Polanski shot right back, "That's right, baby! And don't forget it."

Christopher said...

"The Kid stays in the picture!"
"No wait!..but.but.."