Inscribed
Imprisoned?
Pacing
Seasoned
Hypocrite
Reaching for words
Doubled
Submitting
Crossing over
Peeping
Erased
Prostrate
Halo
Indelible
Dissolving: Diary of a Country Priest
22 Friday Jan 2010
Posted in 1950s Cinema, French Film, Photoessays, Robert Bresson
“If our God were the god
of the pagans or philosophers,
though he might take refuge
in the highest heavens,
our misery would drag him down.
But as you know,
ours did not wait.
You might shake your fist at Him,
spit in His face,
whip Him with rods,
and finally nail Him to a cross.
What would it matter?
It is already done.”
Magnificent.
Yes.
One of the purest films I’ve ever seen.
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