Wednesday, February 02, 2005

The Blood of a Poet (1930)

One of cinema's great surrealist works, a gorgeous and inventive slice of madness from Jean Cocteau. I think the reason I respond to first-wave surrealism more than later examples of the form is the the originals seem infused with a playfulness and vitality that often eludes modern practitioners. Best moment is unquestionably when our hero jumps through the mirror, though it's not like there isn't any competition for that honor (the mouth on the hand was pretty cool, and the whole hallway sequence had me wondering how on earth they did that). I'm in awe.

Grade: A

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