It was in Berlin you mixed up John and J.J.Cale
And we found ourselves watching Jacques Tourneur’s Out of the Past
I, on the other hand, confused Teniers the elder and Teniers the younger
In Amsterdam, where I saw Terry Gilliam’s Twelve Monkeys on my own.
On the outskirts of Moscow we failed to distinguish clearly between
Charles and Burl Ives;
Our punishment was to sit through Sergei Eisenstein’s Ivan
the Terrible, Parts I and II, twice.
I met a man in New York who couldn’t tell the difference between George
And Zbigniew Herbert: his favourite film was Kenji Mizoguchi’s
Ugetsu Monogatari, which he insisted we see together.
In Cardiff I confounded Edward, Dylan, and R.S.Thomas;
To get over my embarrassment I went to a performance of
Jean-Luc Godard’s Alphaville.
People continually mistake the work of Antoine Le Nain for that of
his brother Louis, even in Los Angeles,
Where most films are made, including Doug Liman’s Swingers,
which I recently saw for the first time, and really enjoyed.