Battleship Potemkin
Odessa, Odessa! How spirited must you be? Millions pour through your streets to reach your pier. Packeted together like shrimps, your frosty tendons froth with
Odessa, Odessa! How spirited must you be? Millions pour through your streets to reach your pier. Packeted together like shrimps, your frosty tendons froth with
What must it be like for one to be cosmically intertwined with a filmmaker? To have him populate the dots that have been rapped out
It’s such a beautiful day, isn’t it? Warm sepia hues bathing my spotless optics, the rivulets of water sliding down from the downpour just past,
The shortest work of Bresson is, in more than a few ways, an interesting microcosm. There abounds an abstract borrowing of narrative and stylistic markers;
Rushing through MUBI’s monthly dribble last year, I chanced upon Diary of a Country Priest. With the highest of praises that preceded Bresson, I decided
Mouchette is perhaps the most afflicted protagonist in all of Bresson’s films. She’s slapped, bullied, sexually taunted, raped, slut-shamed, and yet, she is still a