May I remind you that the bombs that were dropped by the B-2 plane on the Chinese embassy  or at least that is what we were told  were GPS bombs. And the B-2 flew in from the US.

Let us start with the title of War and Cinema. The important part of the title is not War and Cinema.

The automation of warfare has, then, come a long way since the Persian Gulf War of 1991.

All of us are already civilian soldiers, without knowing it...The great stroke of luck for the military class's terrorism is that no one recognizes it. People don't recognize the militarized part of their identity, of their consciousness.

It was a total and absolute surprise to find out that what was inside the concentration camps was a sea of skeletons. What is clear to me, therefore, is that while the tragedy of war grinds on, the contemporary aesthetics of the tragedy seem not only confused but, in some way, suspicious.

Writing is not possible without images. Yet, images don't have to be descriptive; they can be concepts.

War is cinema, and cinema is war