A film fable so structured that all alchemical searchings are clearly filmwise (gold being discovered cinematically in each sequence ot mixed black-and-white and color) so that when the drama-discovery is actually made, it acts as a deliberate anti-climax of aesthetic perfection.
The capacity to be intrinsic and vulgar is American.
Art is a sense of magic.
I've always believed film is most close to music of all the other arts.
Novelists and poets have existed side by side forever.
There are a lot of movies made for nobody.