I like to imagine that Adam’s tongue, his palate and his lips were always on fire, that the air he breathed was kindled to incandescence each time he cried out in sorrow or delight.
I like to imagine that Adam’s tongue, his palate and his lips were always on fire, that the air he breathed was kindled to incandescence each time he cried out in sorrow or delight.
“…for me, cinema is not made to give a psychological explanation, for me cinema is montage, is editing. To make blocks of impressions or emotion meet with another block of impression or emotion and put in between pieces of explanation, to me it’s boring… As a spectator, when I see a movie one block leads me to another block of inner emotion, I think that’s cinema. That’s an encounter… I think that making films for me is to get rid of explanation… you get explanation by getting rid of explanation. I am sure of that.”
Claire Denis