An Angel at my Table
I hadn't seen "An Angel at My Table" since it came
out (on TV) in 1990, when the deliberate rustication seemed highly contemporary
and the film was full of jokes and parodies. Yesterday the grainy print and
autumn palette struck some kind of silent awe into the audience so I was the
solitary weirdo cackling in the dark. Jane Campion herself has been attending
this Lincoln Center retrospective, giving Q and A sessions and a long
"Evening with..." presentation where she accepted appropriate ovations
from her public. Earlier this year I passed her in the Tropicana Caffein Sydney and
gave her an involuntary glance of recognition. She returned such a hostile
glare that anyone would have thought she disliked being famous. Someone told me
Catherine Deneuve is the same, hates being recognized, but hates being ignored
even more.
Watch the trailer:
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