A movie can be everything. Not just because it always has to communicate with all kinds of art forms. It is an art form devoted to reality. The reality we see in a movie, is shaped by the emotional bonds we share with its interacting persons, animals, plants, objects and places. For me, a movie becomes a life changing experience, when its author tries to put all his memories on screen. A memory is always generated, but never limited by reality. With time passing by, it slowly takes on a life of its own. Looking at something as if it arose from the deepest part of your heart, means to open the world for your own vision of life. For those who have an open heart, there can be no misunderstanding. Maybe it cannot be described in words. But what you experience, is a reflection of your own life, and also a visionary, dream-like hope for its future: project and memory.
Until you write the stories of individual personalities, be they Caesars, Alexanders or Luthers and Voltaires, and not the history of all, exceptionally all people that participate in an event, there’s not even the slightest chance to describe the movement of all mankind without the term of force which directs people’s deeds onto a single goal. The only term of this kind known to historians, is power. LT
Torna al celeste raggio / Dopo l’antica obblivion l’estinta / Pompei, come sepolto / Scheletro, cui di terra / Avarizia o pietà rende all’aperto; / E dal deserto foro / Diritto infra le file / Dei mozzi colonnati il peregrino / Lunge contempla il bipartito giogo / E la cresta fumante, / Che alla sparsa ruina ancora minaccia. GL