…in the mid-1990s. Mr. Ershadi was inside, waiting at a red light, lost in thought. He was startled by a tapping sound.
He rolled down his window. Mr. Kiarostami introduced himself and asked if Mr. Ershadi would like to be in one of his movies. Mr. Ershadi replied that it would be an honor.

He repeatedly played characters who were delicate and wounded, with a brutal streak reserved for self-loathing or the preservation of decency.
It was some hint of these qualities that drew Abbas Kiarostami, Iran’s most acclaimed filmmaker, over to a white Range Rover one afternoon in Tehran…

Too soon.

On another subject, I thought you were superb in Corvette Summer.

Oh I've just come from the land of the sun
From a war that must be won
In the name of truth

John Astin, btw, is still alive. Ba-ba-da-bump (snap, snap).

And, with Stamp’s death, and since Alain Delon just died, I guess my last 60s crush still living is James Fox.

Thanks!

While a quasi-closeted college student in the late 70s, the books with pictures of him in MBlaise (along with DHemmings in Blow Up) in the int’l film section at the library were well-thumbed by me, but I can’t find anywhere to stream the film or order the dvd, frustratingly — never seen it.

He’s giving a Lazenby “one and done” vibe.

AlloCiné

Novecento (1900) - Acte I - Film 1976 - AlloCiné

AlloCiné

Novecento (1900) - Acte I - Film 1976 - AlloCiné

I’m at the point in my life when (watching too much noir and/or too many BritBox mysteries) I realize how often I don’t have a very good alibi. “I was home by myself.” “Can anyone corroborate this?” “No — Barbara Stanwyck’s dead. And my husband was dancing at Purgatory.”

Is it gay to hope for civil society and not for civil war? I ask because the latter seems to be a goal for a certain belligerent segment of our polity.