I’m glad I made myself watch Don’t Look Now (Nicolas Roeg, 1973) for a third time. The first was at a drive-in, on an unusually misty night in Perth [au, not Scotland—or Ontario]. I’d completely lost track of who was chasing whom in the end sequence when the mist closed all viewing down. You might well have said ‘don’t look now’—we could see nothing: I had nfi about the final revelation.
This time I was much more aware of Roeg’s artistry in mixing together different generic elements to make a satisfyingly complex mix.
Don’t Look Now (Nicolas Roeg, 1973)
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