(2001)
(out of my “Belief”, final part)
“And yet the film is the better one, real life! I, for example, always felt like in the movie!" - "What is that, feel like in the movie?"-" On, that means, that my feeling of condensed duration and intensity resembles a feeling in film, not the fragmented or drawn out feelings of everyday life. When I feel something very strong, then I stop time with this feeling. Then I can't go any further, not with this everyday life! I would then have to find a solution, come to a conclusion, how to come to a conclusion in the movie. But at the same time, the feeling is immortal there, in the movie, I mean, it is transformed into this abstract one, wonderfully crystallized aesthetics. In the film I could experience feeling again and again, savor it to excess and die from it, If only life as a movie would stand up to you, so, how I would like to relate to him as an actor, If you understand, what I mean!“ – “Not really …” – “But that’s what the world is for, that surrounds me, decidedly unsuitable. In it there are neither conscious actors nor a repeatable shoot for each scene. And always the scene depends on the circumstances, the circumstances, who are never beautiful enough, always dictated and interrupted by everyday life, ugly stuffing, muddled and grey. Isn't the pain in the legend something resurrected, while personally he's just trash? The love clochard, you could have written, is a human, who loses everything, his roof, his sanity, his warm bed. How Nizons human, who becomes a beggar in Paris, it finally dissolves and disappears.” – “You know, whole groups of people disappear. islands. And even countries. Politically persecuted. Victims of climate catastrophes, girl, after they were born..."