Films without words. Waltzes, polkas, quadrilles, and marches. Tales from Vienna and elsewhere. Of yesterday and nowadays. Lovers, eaters, dancers. Old and young. Dressed in period and jeans... Read allFilms without words. Waltzes, polkas, quadrilles, and marches. Tales from Vienna and elsewhere. Of yesterday and nowadays. Lovers, eaters, dancers. Old and young. Dressed in period and jeans. All connected by joy, sensuality, embrace, and the bittersweet feeling of the short-live... Read allFilms without words. Waltzes, polkas, quadrilles, and marches. Tales from Vienna and elsewhere. Of yesterday and nowadays. Lovers, eaters, dancers. Old and young. Dressed in period and jeans. All connected by joy, sensuality, embrace, and the bittersweet feeling of the short-lived pleasures of life. My admiration for the short films of Max Ophüls went into this work. ... Read all
