If you had to live in a film, what would it be? To my surprise, this turns out to be the hardest of Terry’s questions for me to answer. I thought it would be a simple matter of picking one of my many favorite movies, but it turns out that the movies I like best don’t tend to be happy places. The Dreamlife of Angels? The Long Goodbye? The unjustly forgotten Georgia? As potential habitats, these all look damn inhospitable. Still thinking.
But the saddest work of art I know? King Lear. Two things about this play especially make me feel like I’ve been drawn and quartered: the rift between a father and daughter, and the cruel way that tragedy springs from mere foolishness, from what should be forgivable. Shouldn’t it?
So Terry, despite my taking an Incomplete for now, will you let us in on your answers?