Soaked in tears about Dreyer
GERTRUD (Carl-Theodor Dreyer, Denmark, 1964) — 10
I’m sitting right now in a DC bar, unspeakably depressed, soaking wet with rain, face wet with tears, trying to make sense of perhaps the most discouraging filmgoing experience of my life.
Not because of the movie, which is and will remain one of my all-time favorites, the capstone to the career of one of my pantheon directors. There will be a time to write about the film proper, but not right now. To those of you who have read Pauline Kael’s legendary review of SHOESHINE, this may seem rather redundant. But here it is.
I get that GERTRUD is not a film that will appeal to everybody. I would not myself...