I have recently been set on devouring the works of Rainer Werner Fassbinder‘s extensive filmography. The film that has so far stuck with me the most has been ‘In A Year With Thirteen Moons‘ (‘In einem Jahr mit 13 Monden’, 1978). Though it is not my favourite of his, there’s nevertheless a distinct potency to the film that shakes you through and through and keeps you watching, no matter how bleak the film inevitably becomes.
‘Crash‘ by J.G. Ballard has been one of the books that I have continually found myself coming back to. Cronenberg’s film based on the novel is equally lurid and provocative, but I find the film a lot funnier, it has a mischievous sense of humour that wasn’t as visible in the book. Still, the novel is a haunting vision of the future we’re currently living.
I visited Venice with a few friends on a European trip in 2009. We arrived early in the morning, just on the brink of dawn. There was an atmosphere to the city, a tangible silence that was quite unlike anywhere else I have ever been. It was perfectly captured in films like ‘The Comfort of Strangers‘ and ‘Don’t Look Now‘ which were both primarily set in Venice.