Gavin Smith

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I was on the Platform, Dressed to Kill, ready to Do the Right Thing, but alas The Devil, Probably scrambled my Wavelength, so Toni Erdmann, Bernard Quatermass and Céline and Julie didn't receive my News from Home. The Thing is, on our Planet of the Apes a Prince of the City could dream of A Brighter Summer Day, Playtime, or at least Beau travail. But due to the Heat these days The Wild Boys of the Road and The Lusty Men are in Transit down a Lost Highway with The Time to Live and the Time To Die and Spoor at the end. But I Know Where I'm Going! Let's Drive My Car and take a Collective detour, hum an India Song like Pather Panchali, pull up on James Nares' Street and check into the Hotel des Amériques.Then there'd be time To Have and Have Not and gaze at Peggy Ahwesh's Backyard and wait for Kes to return. But What Do We See When We Look at the Sky? Answer: Everything, Everywhere, All at Once, and, if we're lucky, Larry Gottheim's Mnemosyne, Mother of Muses. Be thankful that the films of Nathaniel Dorsky and Jodie Mack provide shelter from the pestilence of our Ismism age. Will My American Uncle or The Wild Bunch come to rescue our Waking Life, revive The Tree of Knowledge, and restore us À nos amours? But if you can't fight City Hall, then it's The Long Goodbye and we're in The Last Days of Disco watching The Last Picture Show until finally it's Goodbye, Dragon Inn. All that remains to be said is Skagafjörður. The rest is Silence.