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Charles North

FOR MARTIN

Moby Dick Le Flambeur by Jean-Pierre Melville. A tragi-comic re-imagining by the great French film-maker of the great white whale, who cooks up an ambitious plan to help himself to all the great squid from the sea. Hard to find. For some reason Turner Classic Movies rarely if ever screens it and it isn't being streamed on any of the usual services like Amazon Prime, Netflix, or Hulu. Herman Melville, already disheartened that no one has made a film of Martin Stannard's clever, inventive poem "Reading Moby Dick," vows not to watch another movie ever.

 

 

 

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