The Tourist--Volume 49
I had never seen The Passion of Joan of Arc till the other night. For me it was one of those fearfully classic classics, like Kristin Lavransdatter or Giants in the Earth, something austere and Northern European, a test of character. You could no more watch it correctly than you could pronounce "Kierkegaard" unobjectionably. ("It's Keer-kuh-gooore," I r…