I must admit I am a bit distracted,

Watching Roeg's brilliant, Bad Timing, and wanting to speak about Python's Meaning of Life.

Hullo, Doctor.

The Pythons, themselves, would have you believe that The Meaning of Life was the worst thing they did.  Do not believe them.  It was by far their best film, due to the fact that it was a sketch set-up, like their brill teevee show, which was much better than any film they ever produced.

Meanwhile, Bad Timing, is an absolute master work; difficult, wrong, sexy, fantastic title, bad casting, fabulous soundtrack (The Who & Tom Waits!), amazing cinematography, editing, etc, ...  a Master Class for young independent directors and writers.

And I learned what the word "ravishing" (or "ravishment") really meant.

As fucked-up and uneven as directors like Nic Roeg and Ken Russell were, my gosh, I am missing so desperately their spirit in films today.

Only Todd Solondz or sometimes Todd Haynes achieves those two men's amazing, difficult, controversial heights.

Where are the new trailblazers, damnitt?

Where?

(It's funny.  Renee and I hate Klimt.  Anytime we see his work, we yell, Kliiiiiiimut.)

We still both love Bad Timing, though.

xxxoooxxx