There is something.
Like Modiano in literature, Roy Andersson
(Songs from the Second Floor)
created a universe.
We recognize his films from the first images.
These are paintings, vignettes, of Edward Hopper in addition to neurasthenic.
There reigns a morgue light.
The flesh is pale, a sickly gray.
"It is already September,"
said a man sitting with his wife on a bench.
We're not even sure he's addressing her.
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A restaurant waiter fills a customer's glass until red wine spills onto the white tablecloth.
A communications manager unable to feel the slightest emotion remains frozen in front of a bay window at the top of a building.
A legless plays O s
ole mio
on the guitar in a metro corridor.
A pastor drinks the mass wine dry before the service.
A couple whistle champagne in silence.
A man and a woman entwined fly over the city and it evokes Chagall.
Impassive catalog
In his bomb bunker, Hitler is surrounded by soldiers
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