I was suprised at how stoked I was on the Seventh Seal. I didn't remember much about it besides the playing chess with death stuff. The wisecracking of the squire makes it seem very Shakespearian. It's quite touching at times and disturbing because Bergman and I feel the exact same way about death. Terrrified.Not like we're alone in that. Another whose thinking about death I totally grok (oh man terrible) is Woody Allen. I was searching online for the part of Love and Death where he is sending up the Seventh Seal, and I came upon this clip from it on youtube which reminds me of how funny this movie is. I'm gonna Netflix it pronto.
Speaking of netflix, the only crappy part about the films at the Mondavi, is that they just screened a DVD, and on a screen that wasn't even that big (and on which the movie was not properly framed). I guess that's the best I can hope for in the greater Sacramento area, but it's really, really a rip for them to charge non-students ten bucks. I got a big dollar off with my staff discount. Nevertheless, I'm stoked to go see Smiles On A Summer Night next week.