horsemouth is in a library in which he can blog - so let us commence. he would tell you of paul mason's grandparents (ellis island) and an art exhibit made from the burnt remnants of the jungle (and some CS gas canisters) and the note he found in one of them ('send immigration lawyers not artists').
finally there was john and there was steve and there was myk nodding their heads to early dancehall reggae in an overcrowded old-school shoreditch pub the barely mown (ini kamoze world a music was the only one horsemouth really recognised - friends owned the album when he first came to the seaside towns).
yesterday horsemouth ‘worked’ - last night he watched before the revolution by bertolucci (the era talleyrand claims we all aspire to live in).
‘we reflect as we sleep (or perhaps we don’t sleep)’ reflects enio morricone - he keeps a sheaf of music paper by the bed in case he has any musical thoughts at night - and he often does, though he says it often takes him time to recognise what problem it is solving.
this horsemouth learnt from the extras on the dvd for the film. bertolucci casts a younger version of himself as a protagonist from the mainly amateur cast (bertolucci still under the influence of pasolini but of godard also) casting only professional actress adriana asti (and his then lover) as the love interest. it is a film about people’s unwillingness to give up on the past - a landowner says goodbye to his property 'farewell to all the wild birds', a posh boy cannot abandon his class for communism, he speaks like a book reciting lines from the communist manifesto until his voice fails, adriana asti wants time itself to stop.
it is a film that nearly didn’t get made - bertolucci had to use the mafia to bail the producer out of his military service three years early.
in a bar a cinephile praises rossellini’s journey to italy saying he has seen it 15 times.
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