Even If I Set Out

Georgian Film Is A Completely Unique Phenomenon, Vivid, Philosophically Inspiring, Very Wise, Childlike. There Is Everything That Can Make Me Cry And I Ought To Say That It (my Crying) Is Not An Easy Thing.

The Public Has Lost The Habit Of Movie-going Because The Cinema No Longer Possesses The Charm, The Hypnotic Charisma, The Authority It Once Commanded. The Image It Once Held For Us All — That Of A Dream We Dreamt With Our Eyes Open — Has Disappeared. Is It Still Possible That One Thousand People Might Group Together In The Dark And Experience The Dream That A Single Individual Has Directed?

Even The Most Miserable Life Is Better Than A Sheltered Existence In An Organized Society Where Everything Is Calculated And Perfected.

Reality! But What Does This Word Mean? Each Has His Own Reality. I Draw Upon My Personal Reality Upon The Dark Side Of Myself, My Unconscious.

Realism Is A Bad Word. In A Sense Everything Is Realistic. I See No Line Between The Imaginary And The Real.