Film review - Rose of Nevada

Never have I been so conscious of how the world view I bring with me to a film affects how I understand it. Rose of Nevada begins with a succession of beautiful, lingering, colourful, close-up shots of decay - rocks and wood covered in lichen, metal chains eaten away by rust, a fishing harbour that has seen better times. Then two crossed pieces of wave-worn wood leap out at me like an abandoned cr... Read More

























