Review of Salt on Our Skin (1992) by Chris H — 23 Apr 2008

I was able to catch the last third of this flick on IFC, and I'll attribute that to timely messages sent my way by the benevolent spirit, which gets me leftover parking when I'm short on change, and reintroduces me to key people at important times, provided I don't draw too much attention to the total miracle of it all.

/p Now this movie is similar to Same Time Next Year, which I saw way back when, but adds the welcome casting of Greta Scacchi, in a typical heart-broadcast of reason forsaking itself for the passion of a good ol' fling.

/p Were such physical manifestations of conceptual purity more prevalent within the maelstrom of this bland and nasty little earth that has such snapshots on it. /p One more thing, film by its nature is fantastic vision, illuminating partial truths of eternal struggles within receptive hearts.

There is a tendency to condone the ridiculous, such as letting oneself be led astray, as my attention now wanders to the marvelous Kate Hepburn in Quality Street, a J.M. Barrie play cum movie of vanity run amok .

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