The Mother and the Whore is made from inside the state of mind that is thought of as Village or Berkeley-graduate-school or, as in this case, Left Bank. It's about the attitudes of educated people who use their education as a way of making contact with each other rather than with the larger world. Their manner of dress and behavior is a set of signals: they're telling each other that they're illusionless. Their way of life is a group courtship rite, though the court each other not in order to find someone to love but in order to be loved - that is, admired. They live in an atmosphere of apocalyptic narcissism. [...] The hero, Alexandre (Jean-Pierre Léaud), is a thirty-year-old puppy; in his milieu the less you do the cooler they appear. Alexandre has the glib, attitudinizing male-intellectual vanity that is the educated bum's form of machismo. [...] He's an amusing put-up artist, with no visible convictions or depth of feeling. When he sees an old girl friend who's abut to be married (Isabelle Weingarten), he makes a declaration of undying passion merely for the pleasure of hearing himself sound passionate. [...]Pauline Kael: The Mother and the Whore. The Used Madonna. New Yorker, March 4, 1974.All his energy goes into his poses and paradoxes, and the strategies of coolness.[...]
Alexandre (and the graduate-school little bohemias of the world are full of Alexandres, though generally sponge off their parents as well as friends and girl friends) is, in fact, a spoiled infant-pimp, who lives off Marie and doesn't even provide a pimp's protection. He has nothing to offer but his taste, his classy prattle, and some body warmth. He considers that his presence - when he's around - is gift enough. [...] Alexandre is onscreen throughout, reacting to the women, cajoling them, trying on attitudes -so infatuated with his own pranks he hardly cares what effect they have on others [...]
don´t stop the dance.
"wenn das telefon nicht klingelt, bin ich es."
"solange du mir dein zögern nicht zeigst, habe ich keinen grund, dir zu vertrauen"
loose ends, things unrelated, shifts, nightmare journeys, cities arrived at and left, meetings, desertions, betrayals, all manner of unions, adulteries, triumphs, defeats ... these are the facts. (alexander trocchi, cain´s book)
die dunkle chronik unserer körper, zart zerborstene tempi, die wiedergefundene zeit ein kleiner tod, ficken in king-size betten, am morgen, wenn das frühlicht schubweise kommt und die tiefgrauen konturen sondert, sexy you and I, und einmal noch ineinander genügt, ineinander verloren, größer und stiller als lieben, ich weiß es nicht, einander eingelebt in die verlassenheit, die welt (was nur wir wissen) diese 12 quadratmeter hinterzimmer, fenster zum hof, das verfluchte ödland da draußen, diese trostlosen brachen, und regen, der an die scheiben schlägt, nordöstlicher schlachtengemäldehimmel, und einmal noch sagst du meinen namen, zähle ich alle deine sommersprossen. but that ain´t me.
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barbara lynn. jean rhys.
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