Saw #Sorcerer. Quite impressive, in its sweaty, seedy, misanthropic way. Wm. Friedkin proves himself a worthy heir …
… of the people-hating HG Clouzot, who made the original. Not sure why you’d want to take on that mantle, mind you.
#Sorcerer. The objective correlative—life as an impassable road, packed with explosives & attended, always …
… by the dregs of humanity—overdetermined to an almost hilarious degree. You could despair, get angry …
… or, maybe, just laugh.
#Sorcerer. I’ll give them this, though. The gathering, distribution & dispatching of these human dregs is pretty impressive.
#Sorcerer. Also, Latin America, on which white/European males project their fears, or seek some consolation. Graham Greene: …
… infernal, but grace follows. Malcolm Lowry: infernal, but beauty attends. B. Traven/John Huston find corruption …
… but it produces moral clarity. Jack Kerouac finds soul loss, but the protagonists are to blame. Friedkin, & writer Walon Green…
… (who wrote the similarly ugly The Wild Bunch!) are as wanton boys, gleefully pulling the wings off of these flies.
#Sorcerer. I’m a lazy, unambitious homebody, probably. But this is Herzog-ian folly. Why make films this difficult?