Sentiment dooms Fassbinder’s characters, though they push on as long as they can, even deferring their inevitable ends to proxies.
Something’s kept me coming back to the writer-director’s filmography hoping to make a connection.
Seems we’re all of us susceptible, even this semi-lapsed Catholic boy, to the con of our beliefs.
Texts and images (ideologies) collide in Made in U.S.A., but this seems Godard’s perpetual project.