Sunday, June 22, 2008
Programme for retitling Tarkovsky's Stalker: the telephone lets you talk to God. Turns out to be the voice of a department secretary recounting a laundry list of irrelevant details (cracked monologue of servant or fellow servant). No affectation of superiority and no interaction. A touch of de te fabula, maybe. An effective enough parody of the voice of capitalism (distinct enough from the pronouncements of capitalists such as one sometimes finds in the financial press). None of which is intended in Tarkovsky's film.