This movie is not very deep, but is not very heavy either, I think this was a bit of frivolous exercise on the part of Jarman but it is also lighthearted and quite entertaining. Find projects backed by the BFI. The blackness beyond the edge of the set seems to echo the intellectual pits of doubt Wittgenstein stumbles upon, especially when he cannot reconcile his own homosexual desires. Those pictorials are not necessarily images, rather they are logical propositions about those facts, which are either true or false. Swinton convinces as a much older, down-to-earth hedonist who, faced with one of Wittgenstein's conundrums, replies, "How the bloody blue blazes should I know?
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