I believe that perfection handicaps cinema.

When a friend speaks to me, whatever he says is interesting.

Is it possible to succeed without any act of betrayal?

You see, in this world there is one awful thing, and that is that everyone has his reasons.

Everyone has his reasons.

I believe that perfection handicaps cinema.

All technical refinements discourage me. Perfect photography, larger screens, hi-fi sound, all make it possible for mediocrities slavishly to reproduce nature; and this reproduction bores me. What interests me is the interpretation of life by an artist. The personality of the film maker interests me more than the copy of an object.