No Form Of Art Goes

Fellini, Kurosawa, And Bunuel Move In The Same Field As Tarkovsky. Antonioni Was On His Way, But Expired, Suffocated By His Own Tediousness.

Then I Felt That Every Inflection Of My Voice, Every Word In My Mouth, Was A Lie, A Play Whose Sole Purpose Was To Cover Emptiness And Boredom. There Was Only One Way I Could Avoid A State Of Despair And A Breakdown. To Be Silent. And To Reach Behind The Silence For Clarity Or At Least Try To Collect The Resources That Might Still Be Available To Me.

There Is No Art Form That Has So Much In Common With Film As Music. Both Affect Our Emotions Directly, Not Via The Intellect.

I Am So 100 Percent Swedish... Someone Has Said A Swede Is Like A Bottle Of Ketchup - Nothing And Nothing And Then All At Once - Splat. I Think I'm A Little Like That.

Everything Is Worth Precisely As Much As A Belch, The Difference Being That A Belch Is More Satisfying.