Saw Roberto Rossellini’s stupendous #Stromboli, which is actually a whole ton of films in one.
#Stromboli, semi-improvised and really only ½ finished, lazily/nervily leading protagonist/spectator up to an impossible brink …
… and then just leaving them there.
Or #Stromboli, which provides the spectator a sketchy scenario, an implicit archetypal plenitude …
… and the opportunity/responsibility to finish it all up herself.
#Stromboli compellingly, superlatively lays out a number of really fundamental dialectical oppositions: north & south, culture & nature …
… privilege & poverty, raw & cooked, H-wood & 3rd cinema, sitting around or actually doing something …
#Stromboli is a tremendous record of, a tremendous primer on cultural contact, or comprehending the Other. It’s Alma 17: 23, D&C 51: 16-7.
#Stromboli demonstrates that a beautiful woman & an erupting volcano are about all you need to make an immortal movie.
#Stromboli, which so much more convincingly demonstrates that the problems of 2 or 3 people really don’t amount to a hill of beans …
… in this crazy world.
#Stromboli somewhat resembles Visconti’s magisterial La Terra Trema, replacing its operatic Marxism …
… w’ an equally, or alternatively materialist mysticism.
#Stromboli somewhat anticipates Bresson ’56, ‘w their respective biblical epigrams, & Bresson ’59 …
… with their strangely, inexplicably, immeasurably powerful conclusions.