I Think I Have Made

When Film Is Not A Document, It Is Dream. That Is Why Tarkovsky Is The Greatest Of Them All. He Moves With Such Naturalness In The Room Of Dreams. He Doesn't Explain. What Should He Explain Anyhow? He Is A Spectator, Capable Of Staging His Visions In The Most Unwieldy But, In A Way, The Most Willing Of Media. All My Life I Have Hammered On The Doors Of The Rooms In Which He Moves So Naturally. Only A Few Times Have I Managed To Creep Inside. Most Of My Conscious Efforts Have Ended In Embarrassing Failure - The Serpent's Egg, The Touch, Face To Face And So On.

Occasionally I Sense An Insane Wail Deep Down In The Pit, The Echo Alone Reaching Me, Striking Without Warning, A Child Weeping Uninhibitedly, Imprisoned Forever.

I Liked Truffaut A Lot, I've Felt A Lot Of Admiration For His Way To Address The Audience, And His Storytelling.... La Nuit Américaine Is Adorable, And Another Film I Like To See Is L'enfant Sauvage, With Its Fine Humanism.

I'd Prostitute My Talents If It Would Further My Cause, Steal If There Was No Way Out, Killing My Friends Or Anyone Else If It Would Help My Art.

Our Social Relationships Are Limited, Most Of The Time, To Gossip And Criticizing People's Behavior. This Observation Slowly Pushed Me To Isolate From The So-called Social Life. My Days Pass By In Solitude.