STROMBOLI

Never mind that Rohmer got religious and artistic whiplash from this hypocritical (Rossellini was banging her in real life) but instructive tract with Ingrid Bergman getting a lesson. Jon is pretending for years to "get" Rohmer without this film. A kind of blind spot to the spiritually sublime cinema might be encapsulated by the line "Ozu, Bresson and WHO?" It's like your keyring breaks open and the keys fall off and you're searching them--hey, fine, but don't pretend to understand anything without those keys, like Rohmer without the knowledge of STROMBOLI. :-/ 

Think about Rohmer not having sympathy to female characters? This is where it started. 

(Be sure to check my other blog where I talk about Stromboli the food version, makes my tummy growl. Maybe time for food versions of other films, like ZABRISKIE POINT CHÈVRE, SEVEN SAMURAI COUNTRY SAUSAGE, PHANTOM CARRIAGE COLE SLAW, BROWN BUNNY DEVILED EGGS, THREE DAYS OF THE CONDOR FRIED RICE, MYSTERY TRAIN HOT MUSTARD, UP IN SMOKE RASPBERRY PRESERVES, SMILES OF A SUMMER NIGHT HICKORY BARBECUE SAUCE, BARBARELLA CREAM CORN, TRADING PLACES VEAL PICCATA, THERE WILL BE BLOOD OLIVE MEDLEY, TRAINING DAY CARROT CAKE, VIVRE SA VIE EVERYTHING BAGELS, OUT OF THE PAST SARDINES, SPLENDOR IN THE GRASS BUTTERMILK BISCUITS.)