The reaper comes for all of us eventually. I mean that figuratively, of course; some visualize a reaper and some do not. Jean Rollin, the surrealist gothic auteur who died yesterday, did as good a job of visualizing the reaper as anyone.
Brigitte Lahaie in
Fascination isn't a literal embodiment of death, but she'll do for today. She's probably the definitive representation of Rollin's fascination with female beauty and morbid appetites. Maybe he saw her yesterday.
I saw her as soon as I saw the news.
Click the Rollin tag below for reviews of his films and reflections on his distinctive sensibility. However you judge him, he was a unique and by definition irreplaceable cinema artist. Now he belongs to the ages -- but then again, he always did.
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One of my favourite directors. Very sad now.
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