A fascinating look round the Villa Santo-Sospir, Cap Ferrat, which Cocteau had 'tattooed', presented by the poet himself (with touches of his usual humour) on colour 16mm. (I'm pleased to say it's still standing, the art intact. See here.)
Two funny things happened while I was watching it. 1. A little bird flew into the room, which I assume was symbolic for some reason. 2. I had just published my short film about another Poet of the Cinema, Andrei Tarkovsky.
It's somehow mesmerizing. I do love Cocteau.
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