le sang d'un poète
the blood of a poet
la belle et la bête
beauty and the beast
l'aigle à deux têtes
the eagle has two heads
les parents terribles 1948
when i was quite young & had just moved to los angeles, being a somewhat introverted person, i would rent videos almost every day. i loved to watch one director at a time - it was a great way to learn what you liked & didn't like as well as just learning about life & cinema in general.
i still remember the day i rented all the cocteau films. i must have been around 17 or 18. foreign films were super glamorous & angst-y & i loved nothing more. i imagine every teenage cinephile has the same experience the first time one watches cocteau - how could you not? that overwhelming feeling of existentialism & surrealism with a capital E and S.
his films were so poetic & gorgeous & surreal. i still remember the first time i saw the scene with françois périer as heurtebise say to jean marais as orpée:
i'll give the secret of secrets. mirrors are the doors
through which death comes and goes. look at yourself
in a mirror all your life...and you'll see death at work
like bees in a hive of glass.
uh, pretty much blew my teenage mind. and now, as an adult on the other side, i sometimes remember those words when i see my reflection.