Dogged rush-line persistence got me into last night’s 7:30 pm press screening of Luca Guadagnino‘s After The Hunt…eureka! (HE’s approving review posts this evening, roughly 12 hours from now.) And then I went straight into Cover-Up, the life-of-Seymour Hersh documentary by Laura Poitras and Mark Obenhaus….also posting this evening, but it was pure journalistic pleasure.
Three films on today’s agenda, although this could get whittled down to two — Giulio Bertelli‘s The Pornographer (an LBGTQ entry), Iain Forsyth and Jane Pollard‘s Broken English, some kind of doc hybrid (“a genre-defying act of resilience and rebellion”) about the late Marianne Faithfull(7:45 pm), and Kent Jones‘ Late Fame (9:30 pm).
It was raining fairly heavily when the MC vaporetto dropped me at the San Zacarria-San Marco stop around 12:30 am. No umbrella — I just trudged on through, arriving at the Calle de la Vida apartment pretty much soaked to the bone.
24 hours previously, or around midnight on Wednesday, 8.27 and near the same San Zaccaria location, I came upon a team of EMTs (emergency medical technicians) working on a seriously overweight woman who had collapsed and was lying on her back. She was breathing, at least, but clearly in trouble — they were using what looked to me like an electric jolt device, presumably to get her heart going.
