Hence the numerous exquisitely framed opening shots that pull back to another masterpiece of setting then pull back to yet another beautiful image... Truly he was the матрёшка of film-making. That was a sumptuous cinematographic analogue to masturbating. When there's a cleaned, restored print shown locally I will definitely see it on the big screen. One major irritation was, even with his limited number of lines, how come a bloke called "Charles Patrick Ryan O'Neal" couldn't do a credible Irish accent*? *Mean culpa in advance for the large number of Irelandish and Norn Ironish 'Orns who will soon be pointing out the error of that outlandish statement.