Porter and his wife Kit came to North Africa from New York with the intention of taking a long trip across the Sahara desert with their friend George. At an inn on the edge of the desert they meet Mrs Lyle and her eccentric son Eric. Seduced by a prostitute who wants to rob her, Potter returns to the hotel disheveled, only to discover that George is too attentive to his wife. Potter hitchhiked the mother and son to the first town on the journey, while Kit and George took the train, in which Kit was seduced by George and had sex. In order to get rid of George, Potter let George and the mother and son take a bus at the second stop, and he and Kit took the bus to another town. Eric stole Potter's passport, and the local garrison commander asked George to travel with the Potters, but Potter only took Kit to the depths of the desert. Porter contracted typhoid on the way and died despite Kit's careful care. Kit travels alone and joins an African camel caravan, the captain of the caravan takes Kit home as one of many wives and concubines. Representatives from the U.S. embassy rescued Kit and escorted her to the sea. George was there waiting for her, but Kit struggled to escape George
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The Sheltering Sky movie plot
2022-03-17 08:01
Extended Reading
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Philip 2022-03-26 09:01:14
#Northern Film FestivalPhoto#A forgotten classic, shocking. There is only the great Bertolucci who can connect travel with eroticism, marriage, adventure, and life insights so seamlessly. The scenery of the desert is picturesque, the music of the professor is the icing on the cake, how many childhood memories are left, how many times in your life you can watch the moon and the full moon, only God knows.
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Alden 2022-03-21 09:03:28
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Kit Moresby: Is that the plan?
Port Moresby: More or less, yes.
Kit Moresby: More or less?
Port Moresby: Uh... Less, actually.
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[last lines]
Narrator: Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.