Now, here is the point about the self: it is insatiable. It is always, always hankering. It is what you might call rapacious to a fault. The great flaming mouth to the thing is never in this world going to be stuff full.
Now, here is the point about the self: it is insatiable. It is always, always hankering. It is what you might call rapacious to a fault. The great flaming mouth to the thing is never in this world going to be stuff full.
“It seems to me that to be pure a film must, above all, refuse to mingle what is false with what is true. With this single condition, the cinema is a powerful machine. It can crush. I believe it is uniquely suited to painting the nuances of the heart and the soul, but that’s another question which will lead us too far astray.”
Robert Bresson