There is no light in electronincs. There is lightening. But lightening is not real light.
Cinema is movement, after all.
A critic is a soldier that fires on his own men.
One must confront vague ideas with clear images.
I don't think I've succeeded in making any really good films. There are moments, scenes, whole movements that sing. It has all added up to a cinema of sorts, even though I'm still learning my art.
All our thinking constitutes the new world, but all our thoughts are older and older.