. . . where the curtain of the past seemed to lift before an extraordinary future
Yves Saint Laurent
I saw the 3 o’clock showing of the 2014 movie Saint Laurent, the movie that covered the time period 1967-1976. On the surface it was marvelous, but cigarette after cigarette, pill after pill, gaze after gaze was so terribly boring: I can only imagine how tormented one must have felt being so close to a genius who bored you to tears. The soundtrack was stupendous with a mix of Callas and Velvet Underground and Bach and other music of the times.
I was the only person in the theater. The only person.