I hope all of you enjoyed your spring break, because now we have to go back to the grind with this post modern film history course. Though I am slightly disappointed that no one among my faithful reading several took up the extra credit assignment and wrote me a short review of Clouzot’s “Diabolique.” Oh well, onwards and upwards.

There was a last minute change in the syllabus this week-we were supposed to watch Igmar Bergman’s “Persona,” but the professor has “2001: A Space Odyssey” scheduled two weeks from now and that will take up most of the class time, and thus he wouldn’t get a chance to lecture a bit about Stanley Kubrick, so he decided to show “Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop worrying and Love The Bomb” in place of “Persona.”  I don’t why he just decided to replace showing the snorefest that is”2001″ with “Dr Strangelove” instead. I mean why deny the class some depressing Igmar Bergman goodness?

I am going to be honest with you, I really don’t care for the work of Stanley Kubrick, though I admired his perfectionist work ethic, but his films just don’t interest me at all. Dr Strangelove is probably the only film of his that I can tolerate because of the top notch comedic perfromances from George C. Scott, Peter Sellers and of course Slim Pickens.  I just never got what was so funny about Dr Strangelove’s uncontrollable right arm. I know he was supposed to be an ex nazi and all, but that still doesn’t make any sense in this day and age. Oh well.

next week on the syllabus: Bonnie And Clyde!

jareddriskill