TIME TO dip into Shadows again. Often billed as a film about “race relations during the beat generation” I see it more as one of the more interesting films about race — period — during any generation. Filmed in 1959, it’s brilliant in its herky-jerky, free-verse-and-jazz-score, wandering-toward-self way. It’s the film I would most want to “live in,” in that it is raw, full of feeling. It’s head and heart. It precisely mimics the way humans so clumsily deal with things that are too painful or complex to put into words.
And plus it’s such a moody beauty.
and here’s Benny, alone . . .