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We do not have to understand new things, but by dint of patience, effort and method to come to understand with our whole self the truths which are evident. LETTERBOXD | MUBI | IMDb | tumblr.
I haven't read Flaubert's novel yet, but my interests have piqued.
I saw it as an elegy of the old, unattractive worn out people living within (self-imposed?) remote cavities, incapable of consummating or diverting their libido. The overhead mystical face whispering "Salammbô" (which when equated to the aims of novel, according to wikipedia, means "an exercise in sensuous and violent exoticism") is the manifestation of that slumbering libido, simultaneously striving to overcome keine Lust mich nackt zu sehen, while reminding oneself of the "rotten flesh", external spaces of loneliness, and how that whisper itself is ones sole, strange, dream-thrusting companion.
Something like that. In any case, it's a nice and unusual short.
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