She’s back with my cafe
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Just watched the silent film “The Passion of Joan of Arc” directed by Carl Th. Dreyer, 1928. The original copy burned in a fire a few years after it came out, then the copy of the copy burned in another fire a few decades later. Finally the only known reel of what they guess to be the original version was found in the janitors closet of a Norwegian mental hospital in 1981 (all three incidences seem to keep in theme with Joan’s narrative no?). I’m always blown away by the risks taken in old films. I always imagine they will be rigid and conservative but because filmmaking was so new or maybe because at that time there wasn’t a “way” to make a film or the pressure to make a successful film that made millions of dollars. The visual storytelling is jarring, frightening, exciting and engaging. Not that modern films aren’t…. But I’m always surprised. That something someone (since passed) made so long ago can still bang my heart to beat so fast.