Last edited by Prof Kelp (2010-07-16 07:10:51)

It was on TV again last night and I couldn't resist - just had to sit through it again for the 250th time and marvel at every little detail. Polanski truly is the greatest living director and I think this might be his masterpiece. Atmosphere, menace, wit, style, playfulness, passion - this film has it all. And New York in 1966, the Time Life Building, the Dakota Building, the endless blaring car horns, the changing seasons - Polanski captures it all. Even Cassavetes' wardrobe is shaped to reflect his moral deterioration - at the start it's all sharp pincord Ivy jackets, button-downs and knit ties, slim corduroy jeans and white sneakers, but after selling his soul, and his wife's baby, to the Satanists he gets straighter, plain collars, bland suits. He buys a shirt that he "saw in The New Yorker" but it's a naff plain collar number which isn't even in the classic American flatpack shirt packaging. Truly it's wardrobe as metaphor, with Ivy representing holiness and sanctity and the righteous path, as we all know it always has and always will. Hallelujah brothers!

Oh, and Polanski's hair...  Beatles or Bobby Kennedy?