The age of the auteur is almost gone. Francis Ford Coppola is among the last of a strange, obsessive, creative breed -- with all the obscene excesses of film-making, the iconic milieu of twentieth century cinema, from Goldrush to Kane to Oz to Godfather, and all the ersatz kings, queens and aristocracy we of our freeholding age so craved…
The age of the auteur is almost gone. Francis Ford Coppola is among the last of a strange, obsessive, creative breed -- with all the obscene excesses of film-making, the iconic milieu of twentieth century cinema, from Goldrush to Kane to Oz to Godfather, and all the ersatz kings, queens and aristocracy we of our freeholding age so craved. His whalesong is weird and untamed, but so worth the watch, if for nothing else than experiencing the joy of pure audience. I love Kat!
The age of the auteur is almost gone. Francis Ford Coppola is among the last of a strange, obsessive, creative breed -- with all the obscene excesses of film-making, the iconic milieu of twentieth century cinema, from Goldrush to Kane to Oz to Godfather, and all the ersatz kings, queens and aristocracy we of our freeholding age so craved. His whalesong is weird and untamed, but so worth the watch, if for nothing else than experiencing the joy of pure audience. I love Kat!