If you like tatooed wrestlers, Pasolini's Canterbury Tales can get your goat. "Between a geste and a joke, many a truth..." It is pleasant indeed to see squire mirrorless, eyebrows akimbo, skip and sing before he is blinded by horns. He thinks himself keeper of the key to a garden so fair the Roman de la Rose must pale.
Less Cervantine tales than these are their kissing kin Arabian Nights, second offering in Pasolini's Trilogy of Life. "Truth isn't found only in one dream, but in many." Disney lost the exalted and the sex, though Sir Burton touched on the worldly side of the Beloved.
Goods sold in a chest are much valued, unless adulterers. The dead bite in Pasolini's Decameron where Ovid meets Rabelais, and the wit hits the road. Cupid's arrow never looked quite like this! Italy's top cineastes combine in Boccacio 70 to update the tales. First Baron Calvino offers a potential twist on a couple out of Il Posto.
The second act is all Fellini, beginning at Zazie-pace before settling into a steady story of prudery versus a billboard. The protagonist conjures temptations akin to Bunuel's Simon Stylist's but the cathedral, though Kafkaesque, cannot stop the massive billboardgirl disrobing in the street, inspiring Woody's massive breast run amok and Jeff Daniels off the screen in Purple Rose of Cairo. The knight errant of decency dons his straight-jacket in the end. This is a fun blanket to be tossed in!
To tell you that Fellini is followed by Visconti and de Sica, the whole signed Zavattini is to tell you that you must see this film. And drink more milk.
Less Cervantine tales than these are their kissing kin Arabian Nights, second offering in Pasolini's Trilogy of Life. "Truth isn't found only in one dream, but in many." Disney lost the exalted and the sex, though Sir Burton touched on the worldly side of the Beloved.
Goods sold in a chest are much valued, unless adulterers. The dead bite in Pasolini's Decameron where Ovid meets Rabelais, and the wit hits the road. Cupid's arrow never looked quite like this! Italy's top cineastes combine in Boccacio 70 to update the tales. First Baron Calvino offers a potential twist on a couple out of Il Posto.
The second act is all Fellini, beginning at Zazie-pace before settling into a steady story of prudery versus a billboard. The protagonist conjures temptations akin to Bunuel's Simon Stylist's but the cathedral, though Kafkaesque, cannot stop the massive billboardgirl disrobing in the street, inspiring Woody's massive breast run amok and Jeff Daniels off the screen in Purple Rose of Cairo. The knight errant of decency dons his straight-jacket in the end. This is a fun blanket to be tossed in!
To tell you that Fellini is followed by Visconti and de Sica, the whole signed Zavattini is to tell you that you must see this film. And drink more milk.
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