Well, there's Il Postino, which I have to admit I enjoyed upon first viewing, though certainly
my desire to sell at retail ($8500) my copy of Neruda's Un Canto Para Bolivar (inscribed to
outrageous Mercedes de Acosta in NYC & acquired from the library of a CIA operative in
South America) entered into my response. I suspect I'll find it way too romantic on the
next occasion.
Most recently, Henry Ferrini's film on Charles Olson impressed me.
Barry Alpert
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