Forgotten Films: Metin Erksan’s Dry Summer
By samuraipandapoetry
Published: May 16, 2009
Published: May 16, 2009
Dear Martin Scorcese,
I love you, and not just for your films.
I don’t love you just for Taxi Driver, and the amazing scene at the end where Travis Bickle puts the bloody finger to his temple in fun gun imitation.
I don’t love you just for Gangs Of New York, a marvelous film of yours criticized harshly, but remains one of my favorites.
I don’t love you just for Joe Pesci’s character in GoodFellas.
No. Martin Scorcese, I love you, because you love film. You define the word, ‘cinephile.’
