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

They Were Collaborators #584


Otto Preminger and Billy Wilder

4 comments :

asleep said...

Wouldn't it be nice to overhear their conversation -German, or possibly Yiddish?

Herzlich Willkommen, Herr Sutpen.

Hans Gruber said...

Where did they collaborate?

Tom Sutpen said...

Preminger played the Camp Commandant in Stalag 17; a role I can't image Wilder not thinking of Erich von Stroheim for.

David said...

I think Wilder needed to practice on Otto before hiring von Stroheim for Sunset Blvd. Also, I can imagine von Stroheim turning the role of a camp commandant down, but Im sure Otto was only too happy to oblige.