Pat has little patience for modern art. I've got a little more. Jean Cocteau clearly does. His 1930 film The Blood of a Poet is a trip, and it's not one Pat or I was all that thrilled to take. To help us parse the film we do a little format experiment. Guiding our conversation is Cocteau himself via an essay he wrote about The Blood of a Poet upon the release of his later adaptation of Beauty and the Beast. We take Cocteau's explanation of the film paragraph by paragraph and discuss. It doesn't really help.
This also marks the point where a box set will cause our numbering system to be forever out of wack compared to Criterion's Spine numbers. Eventually it will be way off.