Win On Diagonals

I don’t watch many movies. I haven’t noticed a pattern of me doing this. In fact, I only had a vague idea of what this film was about. There were a few scenes that really smashed me up…where the man Jean Dominique is already paralyzed and mute and all that…. He rediscovers the love of his children, his daughter preying for him every night in a quiet pious way, his son wiping saliva from his inert but warm cheek. I do love to immerse myself in a  feeling that predominates or subsumes all else; but try not to let this happen without being fully aware of the possibility of just immiserating myself with a temporary glib satisfaction. There is a beauty of course in things heavy winged, crippled flight,  brocaded sighs that fasten you to a temporally richly emotional place, crestfallen, doves in the dry well, an overbeat chest leaning on a motionless loving shadow, pumping dark light.