It's outsider art, provokes every emotion

According to the specialist I saw this morning at an hour that afforded me less than two hours of sleep, what goes on with my eyes is not an infection but a consequence of allergies because the trees are sexting overtime this year. I can come off the ointment that has been blurring my vision and start on two different kinds of drops which have not as yet unblurred it. I knew I should have held out for that initiate of Mithras.

Thanks to recent adventures in watching Harry Morgan, I realized that the close-ups of him as Claude Packard at the end of The Well (1951) are horizontally flipped. I had thought at the time that it was a continuity error in terms of costume, but it's not just the bandage that changes sides on his forehead, it's the bruise on his other cheek, and I had overlooked the parting of his hair because of the mud in it, but Morgan had a really distinctive lopsided smile and it finally struck me it was starting from the wrong side. I am guessing it was done for 180° rule reasons, but the mirror effect once seen is so distracting that for my own Tumblr-like satisfaction, I flipped a screenshot the real-world correct way. The film remains underseen and invaluable and I wish Kino Lorber or Criterion or Indicator or so forth would give it the restoration and proper home release it deserves. Until such time, here's Harry Morgan covered in mud.