In yesterday’s posting, in listing the cinema giants still alive after
the death of Ingmar Bergman, I added, “I’m sure I’ve left some out.” Well, yes.
The ignored elephant in the room was Michaelangelo Antonioni, but regrettably
that is no longer true. Today he died at the age of 94.
His passing hasn’t been as noted as that of Bergman -- on the CNN
website , for example, it’s featured below such more
pressing and important news stories as the end of the show “Simple Life,” the
final dissolution of the Spears-Federline marriage, and Star Jones admitting, at
last, that she had gastric bypass surgery.
In one sense, Ingmar Bergman cheated Death. You might recall that
Death himself cheated while playing Max Von Sydow’s Knight for his life in
Bergman’s masterpiece “The Seventh Seal.” But even though the grim reaper
finally claimed the 89 year-old legend today, Bergman outlived Death, or at
least the actor who personified him in his film — Bengt Ekerot,
who kicked the bucket in 1971.
One last "Sicko" note. I promise.
The movie’s hosannas to the Cuban health system has brought Moore the most grief, but no one really has taken him to task for his conclusions that
given the country’s limited resources, health care in Cuba is a much better
deal than ours. “Salud,” a neglected 2006
documentary by Oscar nominee (for “Freedom on My Mind” in 1994) Connie Field, supports Moore’s contentions and examines the system from a different perspective: not as an alternative to that in the US,
but to that in other countries in the Third World
I don’t want to get an ass whippin’ ala Wolf Blitzer
nor be sued for libel by “Mad” Michael Moore, so let me correct some of the information
in the previous posting. Moore’s website denies that he’s going to Tehran. In fact, only his movie “Sicko” is
going to the documentary film festival held later this year in the Iranian
A couple of days ago we celebrated our nation’s birthday, and
what could be more American than conspiracy theories? Or more Iranian, for that
matter. Oliver Stone, no stranger to paranoia himself, met his match recently
when his request to film Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmandijad for a new
documentary was denied.
I’ve already written about
the bizarre convergence of Edward Yang, Bob Lobel and myself on a radio
talk show in 2000 when I discussed the
year’s movies with the popular WBZ sports reporter. Asked by the moderator what
my favorite movie of the year was, I bolded pronounced, “Yi Yi.”
“'Yi Yi?’” scoffed Lobel, incredulously.