Cinema is an unhappy art....

Don't you love the European auteurs who can get away with saying shit like that without having to qualify it with knowing irony. Andrei Tarkovsky could say this with real sadness in his voice; he spent much of his life as a filmmaker being censored by the Soviet state-controlled studio, Mosfilm. Although to be fair to Mosfilm, films so strange as Tarkovsky's Solaris or Stalker would have never ever been produced, much less released by a Hollywood studio.

Last night, Brandon and I watched Stalker, Tarkovsky's 1979 science fiction film about a man who's selected from birth to be people's guide into a dimension called "the Zone." On the expedition chronicled in Stalker, he leads a scientist and a writer into the Zone to have their deepest wishes fulfilled in "the room" at the heart of the Zone. It turns out neither the man of science nor the man of letters has any respect or admiration for the mysteries of the universe.

When I went looking for Tarkovsky interviews on the internets, I came upon a European Screenwriters website, one of the links was "Copenhagen Cycle Chic"–a blog of pictures of fashionably dressed women on Dutch bikes, the bicycles of my unaffordable dreams. Enjoy.