This is not because there are chairs for a while a passive relationship to the film should be instituted. The movie is not stupidly generous, he does not stories, it does not work, it requires. Sitting in the dark is to be in state concentrate. Precisely, there is always a time when we get up to go out, and that's about what has to happen in us, but then once the movie starts.
What a movie we demand? It enjoins us to distract us from something (the world) to better return since he speaks with actors, with people, conversations, situations: with the very language of the world. My philosophy teacher felt that the only valid question before a work of art was "what is that?" Not everything is so given, there is a referent. The picture, sound, color, words, all intermingled and everything seems to give us in all clarity, with generosity, without darkness, as if in purely technical intermingling does not reside in areas of darkness, light areas, areas of mind, interstices. It's like shaking hands against each other, we know that even by pressing the gap is very strong, and film interstices are everywhere, we fill them, to inject intelligence, understanding, emotion, love of life. So I wonder, that same philosophy teacher told us "what we look at movies, not the screen, it's something a little in front of the screen" otherwise we would to determine the pure materiality of the canvas. And I brought it to Juliet and I thought maybe this remark reveals two possible relationships to the movies. A report
diversion where the film is taken as a simple derivative, which gives without any mystery as we look at the screen. I forget the world when I'm in front of the movie, I forget the movie when I return to the world, this could be the motto of the spectator-villain, not everything is the way to an oversight, I invest anything, I'm tossed. Then this other report in the movies where exactly we are "a little ahead" of the screen, where we look at what? Of the pure light which gives shape to the body, just as the earth first and void without light. The film sheds light on what was already there. The opening credits then announced an imminent engagement where everything is reduced to "sit two hours in a room," but the two hours should be seen as "essence" of things in the world. Like a drop of perfume could summarize the essence of a country, a phrase, the essence of a mood. Brevity should not be understood as a shortcut and reduction, but as "essentializing".
Then the world takes on meaning when the film and the film moment of the world. In fact, it's not quite that since the masterpiece did more harm than good. Alone seems to account for how we throw out after proudly display a list of promises that the world carries. This is not the world that makes sense, but the world suddenly swells opportunities stillborn and that we are pure products also stillborn. There anything after the masterpiece? There's an energy of despair, a desire to roll up their sleeves to fetch the essence of love, the essence of the discussion, the essence of family, etc., as proposed film. What movie lovers? This is not the collector, accumulator which is precisely to find a way to look passionately at work when he is seated. But rather one who knows that life energy after the masterpiece is running out, and forgets that the claims of life and self-need to be back motivation, remembered, recélébrées, handed over by the challenge requirement of cinema.
The mirage of life (Imitation of Life) - Douglas Sirk