DURAS' DREAMS

MY COMMENT IN ELUSIVE LUCIDITY’S BLOG

http://elusivelucidity.blogspot.com/2007/04/broken-by-middle-class-dream.html

I really have little knowledge about classical cinema, but I’ve seen three old movies by Mark Robson, and I like that the good characters in the films are rebellious and the bad ones are the authority. These three films are THE GHOST SHIP (1943), ISLE OF THE DEAD (1945), and BEDLAM (1946). The bad ones in these films are really evil, though. There are no shades of gray in them. But I think these films are very encouraging for the audience who don’t like to obey.


MEMORIES OF THE FUTURE LEFT A COMMENT IN MY BLOG HERE:
http://celinejulie.wordpress.com/2007/03/28/retrospective-wish-list/

Reading Memories of the Future’s comment makes me feel very glad to find another person who likes Robbe-Grillet and Duras.

I have browsed through a book called DURAS BY DURAS, which is a gift from Sonthaya Subyen, and find something very interesting. Marguerite Duras talked about her dream after INDIA SONG was shown for the first time.

>>Duras: Did I tell you what I dreamt? Once the film was mixed, that is, finished, audible, visible, I left on my vacation. Without showing it to anyone, I stayed away for two weeks. And when I came back, they screened the film a week later. The next day, for two successive nights, I had these dreams: the first night the place where I was living in Trouville, my little place, was burglarized. It didn’t have windows any more, you couldn’t see the sea, you had to climb up on a stool to see the sea; they even stole the property—it was much smaller—and all the furniture, the view. The next day, the second night, I dreamt that my identification papers, my money and my purse was stolen. I was on a train that was rushing along, no one cared about the theft. I was crying and people were saying to me, “See how she is, never happy.”

Xaviere Gautier (the interviewer): That was just after showing it for the first time?

Duras: Yes, I had been dispossessed, not only of a given area, a place, my habitat, if you will, but even of my identity.<<