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Bezig met laden... How to Go to the Moviesdoor Quentin Crisp
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Since moving to New York City over a decade ago, Quentin Crisp has brought his love of the cinema and his notorious wit together in a series of essays on films and film stars. A veteran film-goer of seventy years who has kept a vigilant eye on changing Hollywood styles and the public tastes that follow, Mr. Crisp discusses both films and stars with his typical panache and dexterity and leads his readers with polite madness to a clear, straightforward moral, proving himself to be an unexpectedchampion of good sense. Along the way Mr. Crisp shares his personal encounters with the likes of Lillian Gish, John Hurt, David Hockney, Divine, Sting, and Geraldine Page. Prefaced by longer essays on the essence of stardom, the nature of Hollywood, and the deplorable state of that town today, Mr. Crisp's book is a delight to read. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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There is nothing quite like an acid-tongued queen as critic!
Crisp on "Miss Crawford"*: "Age could not wither her nor custom stale her infinte monotony."
*He refers to everyone this way: "Miss Crawford", "Mr. Welles", "Monsieur Depardieu", even "Mr. Divine"!!
So which is better, the book or the movie? Says Crisp, and I agree, "It is impossible to produce a satisfactory film from a really good book. What renders literature great is at least partly its power to evoke places, faces, objects so that we see them with the eyes of the imagination, which bestow on everything the luminosity of a stained-glass window. Mr. Proust says of the jewelry worn by the Duchess of Guermantes that it looked like tiny glasses of claret. In the movie, even if we had seen actual rubies, we would have beheld them with the eyes in our skulls. We could have praised the thoroughness of the art director, but we would have experienced no wonder."