No, kidding, Lee. I was just thinking this series of incidents, told in fractured and incremental sequences, reminded me of high drama at its best. Life imitates art imitates life. I think it would make a great novella, all these characters, their "takes" on the situation, the back stories they share, the commenting chorus . . .
Amazing. The comments alone, in fact, make gripping reading; and, of course, the voices from the other side say so much about all-at-onceness in the instantaneous now.
No narrator is one-hunnert percent reliable, ever. Truth doesn't exist except in context; and, even then, it's up for interpretation, even though you are who you are (or nought). p.s. I can already see the movie credits rolling over the one-take opening sequence which, of course, really turns into its ending . . . wonder what Liliana Cavani's doing these days or, indeed, if she's still among us
What a wonderful read on point of view and the reliability of witnesses.
ReplyDeleteNo, kidding, Lee. I was just thinking this series of incidents, told in fractured and incremental sequences, reminded me of high drama at its best. Life imitates art imitates life. I think it would make a great novella, all these characters, their "takes" on the situation, the back stories they share, the commenting chorus . . .
ReplyDeleteAmazing. The comments alone, in fact, make gripping reading; and, of course, the voices from the other side say so much about all-at-onceness in the instantaneous now.
No narrator is one-hunnert percent reliable, ever. Truth doesn't exist except in context; and, even then, it's up for interpretation, even though you are who you are (or nought).
p.s. I can already see the movie credits rolling over the one-take opening sequence which, of course, really turns into its ending . . . wonder what Liliana Cavani's doing these days or, indeed, if she's still among us