Word: drifters
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Drifter is a thumb-time hitchhiker and full-time vagabond. Known only as Alan, he sleeps on strange streets and familiar beds, wandering from woman to woman, ending all his relationships with an easygoing "Ciao, baby." Except for that, he has little to say, and less to laugh about. His idea of humor is to retell the ancient jape of the man who asked his mistress, "Do you smoke after?", and received the answer, "I don't know. I'll look next time." Alan, whose ordinariness is well portrayed by Off-Broadway Veteran John Tracy, meanders from Manhattan...
...concert pianist who pays him to stay away, the drifter composes pleasant little themes for the ladies he sleeps with-a slow-witted waitress, a sloe-eyed French chanteuse (Sadja Marr). The singer has a little boy who may be Alan's and who, like the drifter, improvises every moment as it comes. In the end, Alan tries to create a theme for the child, and finds his fingers inarticulate. It proves to be the one relationship that he cannot end with "Ciao, baby...
...story of the movie, told at the leisure-time pace of a soft summer's day, is as thin and as fragile as a sea shell. But despite its faults, The Drifter rarely drifts into obscurity or self-indulgence, thanks to the inventive, impressionistic camera work of Director Alex Matter and Photographer Steve Winsten. As sensitive as a light meter, Matter, who also wrote the scenario, gains his greatest effects with celebrations of the ordinary: the special glint of Manhattan sidewalks at night, the raucous antics of a flock of gulls, a barefoot walk on the beach, a wave...
...with a familiar theme: man obsessed to the point of fanaticism. The scene is the dirt-road South outside the progressive and prosperous mainstream of U.S. life. In a modern U.S. city, there is no place outside of the psychiatric ward for the hero of Wise Blood, a gaunt drifter who blinds himself the better to see God and extinguish the devil...
Through a One-Way Window. Some critics have said Bacon only paints his own despair. "I'm a drifter," admits Bacon, who confesses to living in a hazy homosexual underworld. But, he continues, "I have seen the despair of so many people, whether they are young or old, and it doesn't appear to be much different whether they are homosexual or heterosexual. It's possible that loneliness haunts homosexual people more, especially toward old age." If so, Bacon, now 57, bends his despair to the manner...