Cinema Muto

My Husband—Lover of Silent Movies—Attends Le Giornate del Cinema Muto

4 My Husband—Lover of Silent Movies— Attends Le Giornate del Cinema Muto The words start to fade, even before he arrives at the silent film festival. On take-off from O’Hare his eustachian tubes fill & never quite clear, sound drowning in his inner ear. Once in Sacile, not knowing Italian, he is reduced to the same state as the family dog, listening intently, head cocked to one side, understanding only his name. The name on the tag the young assistant hangs around his neck at the Teatro Zancanaro before the lights go out & the screen is filled w/ deliberate silence, w/ the black & white gestures of a lost world. Then he belongs, then he can hear all the words that are not being spoken. ...