Near the end of "Bad Role Models," Frost wonders, "Is life more like a dream, or a movie?" When immersed in the quick-paced cinematic atmosphere Frost creates onstage, I'm inclined to say "movie."
M0dern audiences have no relationship with the silent films with which cinematic history began. That makes The Artist perhaps the gutsiest new release of the year-end season.
When I first saw Bondarchuk's "War and Peace," in 1968, in New York, it was presented in two parts and ran six hours. You went in the afternoon, broke for dinner, then came back for the rest. It was stupendous.
The Bay Area has a large and loyal base of silent film fans, many of whom will descend on the Castro Theatre this weekend for the San Francisco Silent Film Festival's annual winter event.
I saw The Burmese Harp in the mid-1960s, during the Vietnam war, and one specific image stayed with me, so much so that I have used it several times in poems.