Davies’s expertly crafted cinepoem – an ode to the Liverpool of the great film-maker’s youth, as well as a mediation on the effects of time and progress, and a soul-baringly beautiful piece of self portraiture (bitchy, effervescent, elegiac, insightful, nostalgic) – shows the exalted Liverpudlian at both his best and his worst: delightful. Iain.Stott
Thursday, 30 July 2009
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