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Saturday, February 23, 2008

deja vu

Just watched "Rififi". It was a fun movie, in the biggest most meaningful way. French, 1955. But the director and screenwriter, Dusan, was a blacklisted American from Hollywood, and won that year's Best Director for it at Cannes.

Anyway, I did have distinct deja vu with the "Rififi" song and dance number, and also at the very end when Tony is racing little Tonio back to Paris and his mother, staving off death as he slowly succumbs to his gun wounds, his eyes rolling, his pedal foot oozing dark blood, the camera waving, his point of view, more on the trees he are driving under, little Tonio in his cowboy outfit, standing and laughing all over the convertible, at the end pointing his toy gun at the back of his godfather's head.

I might have seen both scenes in some film noir retrospective or documentary.


I also had severe deja vu this week reading Mamet's "The Water Engine".

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