According to the Talmud, to meet oneself means to meet God.
Letters: I’d like to apologize to the Ironside family.
For those of you who attended the special screening of Michelangelo Antonioni’s The Passenger at the New York Film Festival last week to see me speak, I sincerely regret the breakdown you saw unfold, and I hope that the following post will help clear a few things up:
Interior. Abandoned Cinema of a Forgotten World. Dusk. Jack Nicholson is thrown off the screen after appearing in the nude (full frontal) and holding up his feces to the camera. Forced off set, he has nowhere to go and eventually finds a seat amongst the audience in order to quietly watch the remainder of the movie unfold.
Masturbating a dildo in the nearly deserted movie house, Jack Nicholson watches himself die. The film's penultimate shot consists of a seven minute long tracking shot which begins in my hotel room looking out into a dusty, run-down square. We pull out through the bars in the hotel window into the square, rotate 180 degrees, and finally track back into my hotel room. Antonioni built the entire hotel just to get this shot. I am Jack Nicholson.
"the camera moves slowly out the window and into a courtyard, away from the drama of Jack Nicholson's character and into the greater drama of wind, heat, light, the world unfolding in time." – Martin Scorsese.
|Jack Nicholson with Martin Scorsese and his wife Catherine on the set of The Departed|