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I can slide a lot of stuff into the blog that wouldn't fit in the column, or that would have made it a different column. I could, for example, go further into the charming details of the new projects under way downtown. But I won't, at least not for now, as that would put at risk one of the charms of blogging itself - the ability to shoot off a little bit of stuff without having to do a full production number as with a column. I guess that's what "Extended" and "Excerpt" features are for. Maybe I will try to figure them out and stuff all those juicy details in. Or, I could go watch the rest of Jacques Tati's "Playtime" - a send up of modern architecture in Paris. Fortunately, he built the whole horrifying set back in 1969 or whenever it was filmed. He was looking into the future of Paris a la Le Corbusier, which fortunately has not arrived yet. (This sort of thing is what is so great about Netflix - which allowed me to ... jeez, will you get on with it!) Below, by the way, is a scene from "Playtime." And by the way, I will watch the rest of it because I can also eat the rest of my Ben & Jerry's ice cream.
Fascinating. Of course, the scene itself and indeed the film itself is a sharp critique of modern architecture whether Tati wanted it to be or not. It could not not be. |

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