Up to that point every movie that sort of blew my mind did it in the loss of innocence way. Bonny and Clyde. Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid. Summer of '42. Bad Company. Last Picture Show. A Man Called Horse. Little Big Man. Last Tango in Paris. The Godfather. The Exorcist. They Shoot Horses, Don't They?
Those are what movies were to me. Generations before, you had your Cary Grant. After, you had your Star Wars. But I had Bad Company.
Then one day in 1973 I saw Fellini's Amarcord, and the sun shone over the world and said, "Here is your life."
That movie erased everything before it and defined a lot of things within me.
So now I am in Buenos Aires in a downtown milonga watching the people whirl and swirl by as if they were auditioning for the major roll of their lives, one in some movie called Amarcord or something equally silly and absurd. And I'm just inches away from it, thinking, "Holy cow, this is ridiculous! How did I stumble onto this set?"
Anyway, here's a few snapshots from today. That guitarist sang in English and was really good. That last one is at the Obelisk, in the middle of Avenue 9 de julio
3 comments:
I liked the pics of the dancing-and the stories.
Rather wonderful, these observations. If only everyone and everything lived and breathed with such total involvement. But, then, that might be exhausting. Loved the image of the guy with harmonica etc in the subway! Take accompanying pix, if you ever can.
Hi, Michelle! I just realized who the other "b" is: it's you posting from our computer at home, right?
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