Last Year at Marienbad and To Kill a Mockingbird were released within a year of one another, and each film is highly regarded, and rightly so, today. They are nevertheless not designed to appeal to the same sensibilities. I recently attempted to convey to friends the difference between the two works, employing poetry as a metaphor. Link here.

The film is a fucking masterpiece. Its detractors despise it; its partisans adore it. I am prepared to make archival copies available on optical media for purposes of safekeeping upon application. Persons of breeding and discernment only, please.

cordially,