



"Loves of a Blonde" directed by Milos Foreman, 1967
Adam and I watched this the other night. I loved it, but Adam really really loved it. It just felt authentic and true; a little bit funny, a little bit sad. The best description I found was by Miriam Bale in her article for "The Reeler", describing the film as "a sad pop song of a film, like a Communist-era Sofia Coppola portrait of dreamy girls gazing out the windows of their lives' misfortune (except in this case the misfortune is very real)."
Adam and I watched this the other night. I loved it, but Adam really really loved it. It just felt authentic and true; a little bit funny, a little bit sad. The best description I found was by Miriam Bale in her article for "The Reeler", describing the film as "a sad pop song of a film, like a Communist-era Sofia Coppola portrait of dreamy girls gazing out the windows of their lives' misfortune (except in this case the misfortune is very real)."
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1 comment:
i shelved this at the library so many times and have always wanted to see it. now i think i really must.
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