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Showing posts with label Werner Schroeter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Werner Schroeter. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
SEVENTIES NIGHT!
Labels:
Christine Kaufmann,
Werner Schroeter
Friday, September 3, 2010
HE'S NOT THERE
Perhaps, it is HE who throws off the table reading and then disappears in Inland Empire.
Like the politely obstinate ghost that he is, Schroeter keeps turning up everywhere, like Waldo or Bin Laden, working himself into the DNA of the next century.
Like the politely obstinate ghost that he is, Schroeter keeps turning up everywhere, like Waldo or Bin Laden, working himself into the DNA of the next century.
Labels:
David Lynch,
Inland Empire,
Werner Schroeter
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