A Film Causes Me So

No Form Of Art Goes Beyond Ordinary Consciousness As Film Does, Straight To Our Emotions, Deep Into The Twilight Room Of The Soul.

I Want To Confess As Best I Can, But My Heart Is Void. The Void Is A Mirror. I See My Face And Feel Loathing And Horror. My Indifference To Men Has Shut Me Out. I Live Now In A World Of Ghosts, A Prisoner In My Dreams.

All Of Us Collect Fortunes When We Are Children. A Fortune Of Colors, Of Lights, And Darkness, Of Movement, Of Tensions. Some Of Us Have The Fantastic Chance To Go Back To His Fortune When Grown Up.

Self-portraiture Is Something One Should Never Get Involved In, Since It Is Wrong To Lie Even Though One Endeavours To Tell The Truth.

When We Experience A Film, We Consciously Prime Ourselves For Illusion. Putting Aside Will And Intellect, We Make Way For It In Our Imagination. The Sequence Of Pictures Plays Directly On Our Feelings. Music Works In The Same Fashion; I Would Say That There Is No Art Form That Has So Much In Common With Film As Music. Both Affect Our Emotions Directly, Not Via The Intellect. And Film Is Mainly Rhythm; It Is Inhalation And Exhalation In Continuous Sequence.