As I don't have strong beliefs in an afterlife or any deity, I turned into philosophy to find comfort for the grief that posesses me since the recent death of my mother. I confess I haven't found any, but at least learned to formulate my questions better. Curious on the life of the so-called father of modern philosophy, Rene Descartes, I stumbled upon the informative but extremely boring Cartesius, a 1974 TV-film from Roberto Rossellini. Strange enough, in the early 60s Rossellini held a press conference to announce movies were a dead art form. He felt television was the art thing of the future and began to direct dramas based on the lives of historical figures. As Andy Nicastro pointed well on his critic, "Cartesius proves anything it is that an artist can sell out his talent to his own worst pedagogical ambitions just as readily (and ruinously) as he can sell out to political or commercial ones."
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