Mindwalk

1990
PG
1h 52min

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John Heard, Sam Waterston, and Liv Ullmann in Mindwalk (1990)

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Wish this DVD was widely available My Dinner Andre Ullman

Wish this DVD was widely available My Dinner Andre Ullman

if you are fan of foreign non English language film and art films you can be prepared to understand and like this film same goes that it might help that you are educated? wordy? articulate? if you saw the fabulous film by Louis Malle My dinner with Andre you can decipher what kind of film this is.

the depth and breath of the info covered in this film is astounding. also of most interest is the way they approach each other with their "Arguments-Points of view" cinematography and scenery is breath taking. Mont. St. Michael, France. I was (am not) familiar with Director Bernt Capra except I finally found a nice biography of him on tcm turner classic movies website.

this film is highly recommended 5 stars watch it a couple of times and think (respond?) I really cant believe this film is not more widely circulated it has long had a cult following and really deserves a much wider audience. Maybe he should make another movie or two?

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Thomas Harriman (John Heard) recited almost the entire poem "Los Enigmas" by Pablo Neruda. The last part of it says: "I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its jewel boxes is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure, and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the petal hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl. I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead of human eyes, dead in those darknesses, of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes on the timid globe of an orange. I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star, and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked, the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind."