Photo journalism and personal bias

<p><strong>Trisha. </strong>Incidentally, and unrelated to much of anything relevant, I have glanced at some of the subjects in your portfolio that you find interesting... I know you will actually love the movie that I recommended. Shoes from the title is handled metaphorically , in a way that is beautifully captured by the writer and director. ( Let me know if you have time, what you think of it.)<br /> I am a cinemaphile, as most here know. ( Not the likes of Dreck-Shrek Forever After. Which I haven't seen, but might rent if desperate some day.) Thoughtful human relations stuff my thing. That "In Her Shoes" film ends with a touching reading of a poem by e.e. cummings, very moving .even to this old bird...</p>

<p>Trisha, it's Burton & Taylor, hammer and tongs :-) Exhausting. I've seen a twice on-stage as well...interesting to see how actors develop the play...instructive to see how plays depend on actors to do much more than perform the script. Saw a couple of Chekov pieces recently...even more dependent on the players. Same with Mamet, maybe less so with Willy S. </p>

<p>That Albee play and movie, "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" was an incendiary film for its time. Arguably Liz Taylor's best screen performance since " A Place in the Sun" and " Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." Another dark film which deals with marriage and sexuality and illusion, (all themes in "Woolf") is the little seen movie, Ken Russell's " Crimes of Passion." See how much good stuff is on the back shelves and not at the multiplex?</p>

<p>Gerry, yes. Those. And "Reflection in a Golden Eye." Not to overlook film noir (enlightening to see what cinematographers did with B&W, while still photographers were obsessing on mountains, ice, rocks and blurred water).</p>

<p><strong>I don't know how anyone can have insight into the emotional potential of individuals without the help of playwrights like Albee. Especially Albee. </strong></p>

<p>Shakespeare was almost the first to pursue matters along those lines, kick-started by Marlowe ...who thrilled English-speaking humanity with their first on-stage bloody violence for bloody-violence's sake. Marlowe's death deserves a film noir treatment.</p>

<p>Our romanticized memories of lovebird parents are perhaps not harmful, but if they didn't let us see complexity and nasty bits should we thank them for their successful sham?</p>

<p>...and, if our photographs memorialize smiling shams, have we actually made portraits or have we made something more like our elementary school red-hearts-and-doily valentine cards?<em> (not that there was anything wrong with those cards...perhaps they led to gratification of early adolescent urges)</em></p>

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