No te enamores de cobardes

A dialogue between cinema and books, at a time when both are in danger of disappearing. Or not. A story that will fascinate moviegoers and readers alike. Because at the end of the day, it is fiction that builds us and allows us to dream. Already in his old age he was bent over. As if the memory of arms weighed on men. Those of a woman. The ones who girded him happily when love still seemed possible. Before everything broke and the barbiturates on the nightstand. He walked carrying the glowing shadow of Marily's arms. Arthur Miller, reached an age that denied her sadness, still carried the weight of that faded marriage. Of that unhappiness. From a session that would always leave them together in front of Richard Avedon's lens. Miller, the man who was never quite hers, was the ghost of the distant embrace.