Friday, February 3, 2012

Dassin's 10:30 P.M. SUMMER by Duras

I admit I find the nouveau roman as laborious reading as Shaw's stage notes, but it is said the accumulative details are cinematic, all joulousies/Venetian blinds. Dassin almost makes me believe it. But there is still too much dark, too much sad sleepy drunken staring at jugs, sea shell keys.

Two tragedies meet here: old love lost and young love murdered. "After six months married she wants every man in the town so you have to kill her, no?" There is a love triangle in which none are loveable. Luckily there is a little girl with whom we can sympathize. Clair says she will grow up to be like her mother. The wife replies, "Bite your tongue."  

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