Ken Russell, the filmmaker, is dead. He died yesterday.
I almost missed the news because few seem to think the occasion newsworthy, but that’s the way it often is with geniuses who buck the trend, piss against the wind, crap on the carpet and are generally outrageous. His life philosophjy was fairly simple. He did not like reality. Too much of it around, he said.
Woman in Love went down well with the public, but in 1976 I saw his film on Mahler, and to use an old cliche, it changed my life.
Perhaps some wise head will now do a run of all his films. Must have a chat with Cinemateket in Oslo.
29th November 2011