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.
“Perhaps everybody has a garden of Eden, I don’t know; but they have scarcely seen their garden before they see the flaming sword. Then, perhaps, life only offers the choice of remembering the garden or forgetting it. Either, or: it takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both. People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of their innocence; people who forget court another kind of madness, the madness of the denial of pain and the hatred of innocence; and the world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen who forget. Heroes are rare.”
James Baldwin | Giovanni’s Room