While working in the desert on one of his films, French auteur Bruno Dumont (much, perhaps, like Liv Ullman in Ingmar Bergman's Persona) “suddenly became afraid, and stayed that way.” According to the director, the sudden manifestation of this existential horror was the impetus for 2003's Twentynine Palms, a riveting, allegorical, terrifyingly unclassifiable foray into the Mojave, and into the sun-drenched, pitch-black center of Yeats’ The Second Coming.
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I’m thinking specifically of Christianity’s notion of finite resting places (blazing hot or room-temperature) teamed with Buddhist/Hindu reincarnation notions and Greek polytheistic elements. The book is a cream vichyssoise where these ingredients are available to be salted, peppered, and consumed. Could you talk a little about how the book is and is not a supplement to all religious texts?
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