mastersinger's verbalmusic still works its magick in the broadest way immarginable, from the clearheaded images to the twoddle of a fuddled brain. In the beginning was the whirred, whorled prose of James Joyce; now a group of unknowns have transformed Finnegans Wake into a movie. Surprisingly, many of the book's Eire-borne visions work as screedwriter becomes screenwriter and his prose gains the breadth of life. A tavernkeeper, H. C. Earwicker (Martin J. Kelley) sleeps drunkenly dreaming of his wife Anna Livia Plurabelle, his daughter and his two sons Shem and Shaun. In...
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