![]() ![]() ![]() A close-up of a fevered brow is our doorway to North Africa, and the three whitest, most privileged-looking people you’ve ever seen popping up like meerkats to peer over a dock to their new land, followed closely by copious sets of heavy luggage borne aloft by dishevelled North Africans. We’re not going to set foot in America again, not once during this film’s running time. It’s familiar terrain to us, maybe, and beds us in snugly for…what? A comedy of manners set among the 1940s smart set maybe, bon mots flowing over cocktails, perhaps a little daring romance? ![]() A fuzzy, monochrome montage of wintry cityscapes and the warm tinkle of Lionel Hampton’s Midnight Sun. ![]() We open in New York in a time that is not our own. Paul Bowles (quoted in the video essay Lost in Transit) “Never, under any circumstances, write the story of your own life. ‘One of modern cinema’s great sensualists, Bertolucci claimed that by filming The Sheltering Sky he was done with politics on screen, at least temporarily, to concentrate on the intimate, the personal, the interior, as he had done two decades earlier in Last Tango in Paris.’ ❉ Arrow Films have produced a handsome-looking disc with extras galore, writes Daniel Marner. ![]()
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