The New American Old West: Bruno Dumont’s Twentynine Palms
This essay was originally published at Senses of Cinema.
This essay was originally published at Senses of Cinema.
A much longer response is in the works.
I spent the weekend in Annapolis with my folks. By coincidence, I was there while the Annapolis Chorale was staging Richard Einhorn’s Voices of Light, accompanied by a stunning 35 mm print of The Passion of Joan of Arc.
Walt Whitman would be proud. It’s remarkable to hear echoes of Whitman in the voice of a contemporary filmmaker, but there he is, still singing the “body electric” and sounding his “barbaric yawp.”