Jonas Mekas filmszalagra rögzíti egy litvániai utazását.
Egy litván út emlékei (1972) 2★
angol · angol/francia
Képek 21
Szereposztás
| Peter Kubelka | önmaga |
|---|---|
| Annette Michelson | önmaga |
| Daniel Rogosin | önmaga |
| Jonas Mekas | önmaga |
| Adolfas Mekas | önmaga |
| Pola Chapelle | önmaga |
| Ken Jacobs | önmaga |
| Hermann Nitsch | önmaga |
| Hollis Melton | önmaga |
Várólistára tette 3
Népszerű idézetek
Ódor_Endre
– Somewhere at the end of Atlantic Avenue, somewhere there they used to have their picnics. I use to watch them, the old immigrants, and the new ones. And they looked to me like some sad, dying animals in a place they didn't exactly belong to, in a place they didn't recognize. They were there, on the Atlantic Avenue, but they were completely somewhere else.
Ódor_Endre
– My brother said he was a pacifist and that he hated war. So they drafted him into the army, and they took him back to Europe, back to all the war memories. So he started eating leaves from the trees and they thought he was crazy, so they shipped him back to the States.
Ódor_Endre
– Our uncle, the protestant, reformed protestant, pastor, and a very wise man. He was a friend of Spengler, and he had all his books there, maybe that's why he told us to go west.
Ódor_Endre
– A few friends on the roof of a 1200 year-old monastery, and the evening was coming, the sun was setting. A blue light was falling over the landscape. It was very, very peaceful, our hearts and our minds elated.
Ódor_Endre
– Vienna was burning. The fruit market was on fire. Peter said it was a pity. It was his market. He said it was the most beautiful market in Vienna. He said the city probably set it on fire, just to get rid of it. They want a modern market now.
Ódor_Endre
– I walked the streets of Brooklyn, but the memories, the smells, the sounds that I was remembering were not from Brooklyn.
