Last night Gary and I watched Lars von Trier’s Medea. It was extremely yellow, murky , dreary, and arty, and it abandoned my favorite artifices from the original play (which I’ll be teaching today) — like the CHORUS, for example. How can you have a Greek tragedy without a CHORUS? I didn’t totally hate it, although it was sickening, in a way. And I couldn’t figure out why they were all wearing Comme des Garcons outfits.

Anyway it was a huge contrast to our usual Bollywood fare — and NOT, may I add, a very favorable one.

Gary made a perspicacious comment: “That was like San Francisco poetry.”

!!! no apologies…!!!