The Older I Become, The

I Could Always Live In My Art But Never In My Life

Among Today's Directors I'm Of Course Impressed By Steven Spielberg And Scorsese, And Coppola, Even If He Seems To Have Ceased Making Films, And Steven Soderbergh - They All Have Something To Say, They're Passionate, They Have An Idealistic Attitude To The Filmmaking Process. Soderbergh's Traffic Is Amazing. Another Great Couple Of Examples Of The Strength Of American Cinema Is American Beauty And Magnolia.

No Other Art-medium–neither Painting Nor Poetry–can Communicate The Specific Quality Of The Dream As Well As The Film Can. When The Lights Go Down In The Cinema And This White Shining Point Opens Up For Us, Our Gaze Stops Flitting Hither And Thither, Settles And Becomes Quite Steady. We Just Sit There, Letting The Images Flow Out Over Us. Our Will Ceases To Function. We Lose Our Ability To Sort Things Out And Fix Them In Their Proper Places. We're Drawn Into A Course Of Events–we're Participants In A Dream. And Manufacturing Dreams, That's A Juicy Business.

We Walk In Circles, So Limited By Our Own Anxieties That We Can No Longer Distinguish Between True And False, Between The Gangster's Whim And The Purest Ideal.

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.