A Man Escaped/Un Condamné à Mort s’est Échappé – Sunday, March 29 at 7:30pm – Winifred Moore Auditorium – 470 E. Lockwood Ave., St. Louis, MO 63119 – With an introduction and post-film discussion by Pier Marton, artist/professor and the Unlearning Specialist at the School of No Media PART OF THE ROBERT CLASSIC FRENCH FILM FESTIVAL – Godard: Robert Bresson is French cinema, as Dostoevsky is the Russian novel and Mozart is German music.- INCLUDES LINK TO KEY BRESSON INTERVIEW […]Read More
LAST DAY IS THURSDAY! – AT THE TIVOLI IN ST. LOUIS: Wild Tales/ Relatos Salvajes/Les Nouveaux Sauvages/Storie pazzesche/Jeder dreht mal durch! My review (an excerpt): the humor is explosive, the jokes hard-hitting, the dysfunctional machine is perfectly well-oiled! Society has a great many constraints but if we go outside, we can feel sooo free! Damián Szifron, the director of “Wild Tales” explores what lies beyond the rules, when we lose control… and anything can happen. After breaking the all-time record of attendance in Argentina, it was nominated […]Read More
LAST DAY IS THURSDAY! IN ST. LOUIS: 1. My review (an excerpt): As in an African griot’s tale, much simplicity hides much complexity, and as in many African films, time seems to have stopped. The barrenness of the landscapes brings forth the many tragedies of the lands where killing and taking Islam hostage have become the norm. It is not an accident that Timbuktu, beyond having been nominated for the Foreign Film Academy Award and having competed for the Palme d’Or at Cannes, received seven French Césars, like best film and best director (AND best sound, cinematography, editing, music and original screenplay!) – it is a memorable film. AND 2. GETT 3. WILD TALES […]Read More
Another way to be and to think — Une autre manière d’être et de penser: “When we are alone, we lose our identity. We spread out into everything that surrounds us, we become what surrounds us… if one is outside, one becomes absolutely what one sees. We become the air, we become the forests, one becomes the grass. – Quand on est seul, on perd son identité. On se déploie dans tout ce qui vous entoure, on devient ce qui vous entoure… if one is outside, one becomes absolutely what one sees. We become the air, we become the forests, one becomes the grass.” […]Read More
TAKSIM SQUARE, GEZI PARK & MORE: Karde? Türküler: Aman Aman B?kt?k Valla, Aman Aman ?i?tik Valla,. Bu Ne Kibir Bu Ne Öfke, – Oh my, oh my, we’ve had enough! Oh my oh my, we’re really fed up! What arrogance, what hatred. – Her Taraf Avm’den Geçesim Yok Bu Köprüden – Covered in shopping malls, I don’t feel like crossing this bridge. What happened to our city? – Bu Gam Bu Gaz Bu Kederle Ta? Kalmad? Ta? Üstünde, Ne Oldu Sana Böyle, Söyle, Söyle, Söyle – What woe, what gas? What grief is this? Everything is leveled to the ground, what the hell happened to you? Tell me, tell me. + The Ringo Jets + Ozbi + More […]Read More
Where many of my father’s sculptures are in the Art Museum…
In 1941 about 3,400 Jews lived in Szombathely, nearly 10% of the population.
Starting in 1942, Jewish men were forced into (Hungarian) labor battalions with very few surviving the extermination (which is what it was – I just visited my 93 year old mother’s cousin in London: they were 600 to enter in 1941 with two of them coming back, my mother and her sister lost their first husbands there).
In May 1944, Jews were concentrated in the local ghetto. A few months later, between July 4 & July 6, 4228 Jews were deported from Szombathely to Auschwitz – about fifty Jews survived the Holocaust. […]Read More