A half-formed thought feels worse than an empty head—the tip-of-the-tongue sensation, the inkling of a there there without the foggiest notion of how to get, well, there. Especially dire is when the “what” that we wish to articulate feels half-formed itself, something observable yet emergent, for which the masses have yet to find language.
ACTUALLY (finally) saw Blow-Up (1966) just last summer. It was one many “classic” cultural films on my list, and the first I’d seen in which Jane Birkin appeared. The Michelangelo Antonioni directed film was one of her first roles and while it was a minor one, you could already tell back then that she had screen presence ...