Editorial

 
WINTER begins with the study on how to make a mediocre movie which weirdly combines the great looks of James Brolin and Jaqueline Bisset and a bit less their acting resourcefulness. I actually wanted to show a much better film Richard Quine's 'Hotel' with the even weirder coupling of Australian Rod Taylor and the Belgian actress Catherine Spaak (who later made Rome her home), but Warner Bros. made the publisher take it off the ether. As compensation, I did manage to find a copy of the closing scenes. This follows 'The Cape Town Affair'. The movie's nostalgic images and talk is beaming in from Youtube carefully embedded into a less cluttered background, hopefully for your greater enjoyment.

I didn't decide to embed it after watching it. I am watching it as I write. An intriguing story is weaving on a double-decker bus. A stylish, perky English woman is being followed.

The film was made in 1967, the year I left Korea as a nine year old child. In me I carried all the possibilities for the international good. My father, a doctor, in the service of the Sultan, put down a cholera epidemic in Brunei Town, now called Bandar Seri Begawan. This is a romantic story of a heroic man which a Korean film director should take up. In a nostalgic mood, I could rail against the way the idea of 'moving forward' has become a sort of blanket virtue to cover over the grave defect of short memories. Folks ought to walk around splendid arcades and halls reciting memorised lines from famous poems and speaking to each other in invented verse. What a world that would be. I wouldn't mind memorising the psalm on the welcome page but I probably will never find the time.