Word: journeyer
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Fitzearruldo's mistress, and Verdi's opera is a neon sign for the Juxtapostio of Prostitution and Art. It's Imperialism and the Musc, strolling in hand up into the old Heart of Darkness. Unfortuantely, this potentialty interesting irony is crushed by the film's mass. P>Early in journey upstream. Herzog achieves one scene of considerable,, if fleeting, power,. As the Molly-Aida slowly slices through the water, a low drumming echoes through the Amazon darkness. For almost 10 munutes, Fitzearruldo and his crew stand silently enthralled by the hypnotic tattoo. But Herzog loosens the straglehold of the dialogue...
...least a half hour they pull the creaking ship through the slimy mud. By the time Molly-Aida gets to the other side. we,ve seen so much sweat and struggle that the achievementseem the inevitable trumph of enough muscle, rather than the culmination of a mythic journey...
...Though Claudia Cardinale and the rest of the cast try their hardest, they are lost in the overkill of the director and his star. Most ironical of all, Fitzcarraldofack's music. Though supposedly at the heart of the matter, opera and art have very little to do with the journey that is undertaken. Instead a synthesized German pop soundtrack intrudes for much of the film. There is nothing to sustain the meaning, and it is no wonder that Fitzcarraldo falls apart. It's like watching a Wagnerian opera where the sound has been turned off. All that remains are frantically...
...encountered by the chartered 71-ft. ketch Sealestial are really industrial-strength squalls; the calms are overcome by the expedient of switching on the engine. It is Buckley's crew-as fine a collection of overachievers as ever spliced the main brace-who make the trip a sentimental journey. On the way, the author analyzes celestial navigation: "The mortal enemy ... is the plain, dumb, silly mistake"; and discusses subjects as disparate as American literature, fatherhood and literary correspondence: "Everybody who has dominion over any kind of press space spends considerable time answering letters from convicted felons...
...their pants. Others keep their fists tightly clenched for the duration of their journey through the Square. Some appear willing to accept on approach, but then, to the dismay of the leafleter, just before of actual handover, reach up and straighten their prop up their eyeglasses. We on Mass, Ave had something of a slogan for these people: "no hands, no business...