DIRECTORAMA #15

Mondays can be bittersweet. Sweet in that, yes, you’re still alive. Bitter in that welcome back, as Elvis Costello once put it with just a touch of sarcasm, to the working week and whatever else might be lurking around the corner. One of the ways that I ensure my Mondays stay buoyant, even if it’s just for six panels, is a weekly dose of Peet Gelderblom’s weekly foray into film criticism disguised as a comic strip, the internationally recognized bit of brilliance known as Directorama, a mordant fantasia on an afterworld of auteurs duking it out for artistic supremacy in the afterlife. It should be no news that Directorama is a weekly feature at The House Next Door, and my own praising Peet’s accomplishment with the strip is not an unfamiliar noise. But this week’s installment is particularly poignant, expressive in its simplicity, saying what a whole lot of us felt in the past week, even if we never took time to articulate it. And Peet, with his director’s eye for color, composition and economy of style, manages to say his piece more eloquently than I certainly ever could. Here, by permission from its creator, is Directorama #15, a tribute to the ones who got away.



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