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...Conformist features the year's freshest colors, passionate direction, and a beautiful girl who can act, Dominique Sanda. It is also meaningfully ridden with guilt and melancholy. Filmmaker Bernardo Bertollucci--once a Godard acolyte--here encloses himself in circular storytelling and claustrophobic environment. A repressed homosexual (Jean-Louis Trintignant) turns to Fascism to become one of the boys, can't cut the mustard even then, and finally returns to simpering solitude when Mussolini falls. The film examines the paths decadence travels in a decrepit society: note that the liberal professor whom Trintignant reveres fled Italy when his student most needed...
Because of Pascal, Francoise Fabian, and a well-structured set of surprises and coincidences. My Night at Maud's was one of last year's freshest films. The film did depend on the premise that isolated beliefs could determine a man's psychology and philosophy, but the incredibly dull Clermont-Ferrand setting. and the background of the characters, added some depth to this view. One is always willing to grant a director his assumptions so long as they are used for pertinent ends, and because Rohmer's people really cared about their situation, and because the actors communicated this, Rohmer...
...country? Why is success so elusive? Those questions have tantalized David Halberstam since he returned in 1964 from 15 months in South Viet Nam as a New York Times reporter. The answer, essentially, is always the same: from John F. Kennedy to William Westmoreland to the freshest shavetail just off the jet at Bien Hoa, "They" underestimated Ho. That is to say, they failed to understand the Vietnamese, for in his own artfully complex personality, Ho was Viet...
...duty jargon of a young eager beaver who has few doubts that superior officers will see his log and praise him for Going by the Book even on a desert island. Then solitude begins to work its mischief by mixing up time and perspective-bleaching the freshest memories, reviving older ones to an almost unbearable intensity...
Then I read Bill Knott's Naomi Poems, the freshest lyrics, the most unabashedly real attempts at poems I'd come across in a long time. Some of them were bad, some were awkward, but the voice was true, untutored but true. This man has been going after poetry in his own fashion; he hadn't been following anyone's advice. As a result, his poems said what he meant, unconstrained by mentors and models and cliques...