The art film, long and easily identifiable by the Colombian coffee (not popcorn) served in the theater's lounge (not lobby) has acquired a new trademarkThe Walk.
The time is usually dusk, sometimes night, occasionally early morning. The scene is a street, somewhere on the outskirts of a large city, almost always deserted. A bird might light on a telephone wire or a tree shudder briefly by the wayside, but all else is still. The camera pans in on a woman (Jeanne Moreau? Monica Vitti? Anouk Aimee? Emmanuelle Riva?). She is doing The Walk. Her hands flutter at her skirt, her...
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