Word: nord
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Christmas Tree begins, dozens of eager French schoolboys disembark at the Gare du Nord for a ten week summer holiday. One little mop haired cherub named Pascal (Brook Fuller) rushes into the arms of Papa (William Holden) and Papa's fiancee (Virna Lisi). All the kids are happy. All the parents are happy. Even the conductors and porters seem happy. It can never last...
...right, Bernhard and Hilla pile their assorted cameras and tripods, plus the makings of a picnic, into their rattling Volkswagen bus and head for the slag heaps. When they are not on a long haul to the coal fields of Liège, Belgium, or the grimy Bassin du Nord of France, they ply a favored route leading from Düsseldorf into the heart of the Ruhr, home of Germany's coal and steel industries. Before a visit to Oberhausen recently, Becher had made contact with one of the plant offices, cajoled plant guards with a few cases...
...OTHER films, Jean Rouch's "Garedu Nord" is perhaps equally stunning and disturbing. Rouch who, along with Chris Marker, invented Cinema-verite (the difference between Maker and Rouch and the recent American copies is roughly that between the incredible Hitchcock of Vertigo and the bankrupt Polanski of Repulsion) is a master at forcing an audience to change their sympathies. Fantastically aware of the possibilities of a frame, Rouch can totally confuse a complacent viewer by having an actress turn her body about thirty degrees and in so doing undermine her earlier sympathetic position. In "Gare du Nord" these abrupt shifts...
Paris' Gare du Nord to the center of Brussels aboard the He de France or the Etoile du Nord, the busy businessman can unwind in uncrowded 40-passenger cars; he gets first-class meals served at his seat, can dictate to a TEE-provided stenographer and make telephone calls...
...young Nabokov, "lent an ember to my bicycle bell." Ben, Dan, Sam and Ned, the "wan-faced, big-limbed, silent nitwits" encountered in the English grammars that he mastered before Russian, "now drift with a slow-motioned slouch across the remotest backdrop of my memory." On the Nord-Express, "I saw a city, with its toylike trams, linden trees and brick walls, enter the compartment, hobnob with the mirrors, and fill to the brim the windows on the corridor side." A telephone number rises from the welter of years: "What would happen if I put in a long-distance call...