Diary

Last night I introduced Pasolini's "Gospel According to Matthew" at the Edinburgh Filmhouse; and having said more or less all I intended to say I sat down and watched the opening scenes.

And thought: I just haven't mentioned the most important thing here.

The faces. The incredible humanity of the faces.

Of the Virgin Mary luminous with the mystery of her child. Joseph holding the baby, finally transformed with pride and happiness. The wisdom and beauty of the wise men...

And then there was king Herod. He had a bourgeois face of the kind we all know only too well: The face trained to become a mask that lie and dissemble for the sake of power.

The other faces could not lie, somehow.

And they were just so beautiful.