a paved lot encompassed by a fence. Within it are rows of fence sections leaning neatly one upon the other in a multitude of rows, filling up the lot completely.
Now extend your imagination just a tad further and picture me larger than life; larger than the entire lot. Imagine me taking a seat on this lot. I am sitting on the fence lot. I am sitting on all of the fences.
On the question of whether Haneke would make a film about Hitler: There is a question of responsibility … first and foremost to your viewers, your audience. Responsibility entails enabling your audience to remain independent and free of manipulation. The question is how seriously do I take my viewer, to what extent do I provide him with the opportunity of creating his own opinion…
UGH I remember this interview and thinking, (1) Night & Fog IS the best movie ever made about the Holocaust- it is so fundamental yet groundbreaking that anyone with a moral conscience and 30 min to spare should see it- and (2) Although one can argue that nothing is sacred, Haneke is foremost a nihilistic humanist and his demise is validated through his principles. If you’ve ever watched a Haneke film, then you behold the trust that he never patronizes his audience with wishful guidance.
I recommend for anyone who wants a taste of Haneke’s exquisitely relentless filmmaking, Amour (which is the film that initially brought him to this interview)is a nice place to start. One of the most effective love stories ever written, where throughout the entire 2 hours of the film, you get to watch an elderly couple incrementally die together. When love attempts to fight mortality despite understanding very well that their efforts deem useless in the face of death is the most romantic spectacle.
When I next watch a film, it will have to be Amour or Night & Fog then.
Pls don’t take this personally AntPal, this is just ARRT
My friend, J.Put, is actually better than me at everything.
Not being there to witness the dew on the sticky leaf-bud catch its first glimmer of light terrifies me. Ma mort … la mort du monde …
musings on my sexual and romantic validity
When I was very young, I just knew I felt and did things differently. I had never met someone who thought the way I did. I felt alone. I was confused.
As I grew older, I saw that some of these differences were not uncommon, but certainly not ‘okay’ or ‘normal’. I could not relate to anyone. I…
It is because you’ve never felt like you belonged that you could understand and cherish what that could possibly mean. More than anyone could ever know.