![]() ![]() At this point the movie switches to subtitled Arab and Spanish and becomes a whimsical myth. ![]() Something about a pious Muslim man looking for his uncles, one dead the other crazy, and for someone whom Allah deemed more pious than he. What is her mystery, why doesn't she return his gaze (meaning she avoids it)? Other stories are piled on this. One of these movies he plays serves as his window into the imaginative world, once he becomes intoxicated by the allure of a woman dancing on screen. The preface here is about a projectionist going to work in a cinema playing Arab movies to which the audience is seemingly indifferent, watching blind like owls. So not a fiction film but about fiction, immortal stories without particular author or answer, that always seem to begin by their narrator with "I heard a story.", about stories as the window into the imaginative mind, about dream realities as the strange canvas where these imaginations unfold. ![]() Not as inviting as previous films, perhaps more opaque, more difficult to navigate. As I finish off my first chapter in the cinema of Ruiz and about to move on to the 90's, Blind Owl serves as the encapsulation of what he stood for at the time. ![]()
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