Saturday, October 27, 2012
I watched the restored version of an Orson Welles masterpiece, Touch of Evil. This unusual film could be discussed from numerous perspectives, the baroque visual sequences, chiaroscuro black and white closeups of the actors, the tableau vivant qualities, the subversive power of the narrative, which caused film producers to mutilate the film and try to pass it off as a B flick, the surreal, dreamlike tension and psychological perspectives.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Beth invited Lohbado to spend two weeks at a small house overlooking the sea. Beth gave him the key. She said she’d join him in two days. Lohbado looked forward to a little solitude and relaxation.
The relaxation didn’t last for long. After he parked his car in a small flat area at the top of the cliffs and prepared to take his coffee down to the beach, two planes appeared, one medium sized, one small. The larger plane shot at the small, twin engine plane. A wing exploded. A man shot upwards. A parachute opened. The fighter plane fired a second time. The small plane burst into a ball of orange and vanished into the sea. Lohbado gazed at the spot where the plane went down. The water gently swelled and left no trace. Small waves washed up on the beach.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
I think the answer lies in joining Club Morono and learning about the Great Nomroh.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Dr. Jane Wormsly invited Lohbado for lunch at a spaghetti restaurant. Dr. Jane ordered vermicelli with a pickled sardine sauce. Lohbado ordered tuna casserole. They sat in a semi-enclosed area beside one of the front windows. It was large enough for a table and two chairs. Plants were jammed into every nook and cranny. It was the perfect place to eat and enjoy conversation.