Limitless Cinema in Broken English

April 13, 2010

ELECTRA, MY LOVE (1974, Miklós Jancsó, A++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++)

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ELECTRA, MY LOVE (1974, Miklós Jancsó, A++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++)

Favorite works adapted from Greek mythology:

1.ELECTRA, MY LOVE (1974, Miklós Jancsó)

2.A THREAD IN THE DARK (2005, Panida Thapanangkun, A+++++)
This is a Thai stage play about Ariadne. The play is dedicated to Supinya Klangnarong for her fight against the Shin Corporation.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supinya_Klangnarong

3.ORPHEUS (1950, Jean Cocteau, A+++++)

4.SUCH IS LIFE (2000, Arturo Ripstein, A+)
This Mexican film is adapted from the story of Medea.

5.ANTIGONE (2006, Sineenadh Keitprapai, Thai stage play, A+)

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Favorite quote from ELECTRA, MY LOVE:

I, Electra, am speaking
Truth speaks and the law
Cursed be every tyrant
And blessed be every man who resists tyranny
Blessed be every man whom a tyrant destroys

I, Electra, who doesn’t forget
While one person lives who doesn’t forget
No one can forget

You have no power over me
Because Electra tortured is Electra
Electra dead is Electra
You have no power over me
Because I am justice

Though I know I can’t kill you, I wait and don’t forget
Every man you killed lives on in me

Once upon a time there lived in the faraway orient a wonderful bird. Brighter than the sun, more dazzling than the rainbow, lovelier than a jewel, for it was born of man’s eternal dreams. Its father was liberty, its mother happiness. Wherever the bird flew, the heavy clouds parted, the sun shone, rainbows glistened in the sky, suffering abated, the oppressed stood tall, the weary gained strength, the poor grew angry. On it flew, westward, and people’s faith grew stronger. Their strength increased.

And once landowners and factory workers cease to be, and there is neither bourgeois nor proletarian, rich or poor, oppressor or oppressed. Once there is not too much food for some, and not enough for others, when all may partake equally on the basket of plenty, when all shall sit as equals at justice’s table, when the spirit shall shine in every window, then, and only then shall man live a life worthy of him, one of liberty, joy, peace. Yet the firebird shall still fly here above us, and still perish every day, to be reborn even more wondrous the day after. Blessed be your name, revolution.

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