“Film lovers are sick people.” François Truffaut
Films are people pretending to be other people who (often) have never existed. These imaginary people start out as words on a page, scratched there by a writer spinning stories by listening to the voices in their head. The words become characters which are acted out by people trying to be someone else, the images and sounds captured in a little box and screened for our viewing pleasure - and it’s hoped that the watchers will care. It’s ridiculous. There’s a world outside, full of remarkable people and places, so full that none of us will ever experience it all. Why spend what little time we have on this planet sitting on our arses in front of screens of various sizes watching pretend people in made-up stories?
Films are people pretending to be other people who (often) have never existed. These imaginary people start out as words on a page, scratched there by a writer spinning stories by listening to the voices in their head. The words become characters which are acted out by people trying to be someone else, the images and sounds captured in a little box and screened for our viewing pleasure - and it’s hoped that the watchers will care. It’s ridiculous. There’s a world outside, full of remarkable people and places, so full that none of us will ever experience it all. Why spend what little time we have on this planet sitting on our arses in front of screens of various sizes watching pretend people in made-up stories?