April 3, 2021
Holy Saturday
Looking for damage done by the deep cold. The magnolia, which suffers at such times, had already finished blooming. I’d begun distributing purple pansies among planters. In most planters they survived fine; in one, they withered and died. There is either a magical or a scientific explanation, but I know neither one. Watched The Ten Commandments, the highest Camp film imaginable. Each scene, each passage of acting, is campier than the last. Even the extraordinary beauty of the male actors in their bible costumes is a kind of camp. The actors, except You Brynner, are dying to look directly at the camera. Still, when Moses says, “The Lord of Hosts will do battle for us,” chills go down my spine.
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