Watched & commented upon another masterpiece of the ’60s: “My evening with Maude” by Eric Rohmer. The subtlety of the images & dialogues contrasts strongly with the actual “bull-dozer” movies where one is pulled by identification tricks into falling, flying, fear, hoping, despairing,…from the first image on. These masterpieces showed us how rich our OWN interior life is when not overblown by loud screaming.