In praise of Spring Night, Summer Night
Spring Night, Summer Night by Joseph L. Anderson feels like a movie that slid off the end of bar and got soaked up in the drip tray of history. On one hand it’s tremendously sad that an artist wasn’t able to find acceptance at the time of a work’s creation. On the other, the fact that this extraordinary film has resurfaced for the evaluation it justly deserves could be seen as a small miracle.
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