Yesterday I wrote a review of Raúl Ruiz's wonderful 4-1/2
hour film "The Mysteries of Lisbon," a sublime, joyous, and terrifying exploration
of the link between story-telling and mortality. Today I learned that the
brilliant, prolific Chilean filmmaker just died at the age of 70. Few other artists have exulted as feverishly in the
imaginative power of cinema, or its potential for metaphysical insight.