In addition to the papers I should be writing, I've been catching a few films here and there. Two recent ones were Federico Fellini's Amarcord, and Ingmar Bergman's The Virgin Spring. Fellini's film was riotous and hilarious, and made me want to buy vintage hats and romp around the cobblestone streets of Italy. Bergman's was dark, beautifully photographed, and haunting. It also featured one of the brutal rape scenes I have yet seen in a film (apart from Irreversible, which I cannot recommend you view, though it is important.) I enjoyed both of these films, though Bergman's made me want to hurt something at the injustice of it all.
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