The whole world will end very soon - black, brittle bodies peeling into ash…
If…. (Lindsay Anderson, 1968)
You think nobody sees you. Eating lunch behind the portables. Loving some girl like she’s all there is, anywhere, to you.
"I won’t lay a finger on Madame Mathilde. I worked with her. She saved my life. She’s a great woman! If it was a man, whenever you say and as many as you want but not Madame Mathilde! Over my dead body. Never!"
Berberian Sound Studio | dir. Peter Strickland | United Kingdom
Light the lanterns, blow out the lanterns, cover the lanterns. What do I care? What do people amount to in this house?
I have really nothing to say, but I want to say it all the same.