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I thought that good films makes us think. I was wrong. Good films makes us imagine. Bad films leave no space for the viewer to fill. They have answers, but no questions. They are finite. Good films grow and evolve, just like us.

When we experience a film, we consciously prime ourselves for illusion. Putting aside will and intellect, we make way for it in our imagination.

Ingmar Bergman

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“I loved the cinema always, and I loved to go watch movies. But what I saw there was just stupid lies and fake stories. I never saw life and I never saw anything about the people I knew. I never saw real passion, I never saw real emotions, or real camerawork. I never saw a real movie. I thought, if they cannot show me, then I have to do my movie. […] The problem is that most films follow the same pattern: action, cut, action, cut. They only watch the story line. But story is not only about human actions, everything can be a story. A man waiting at a corner can be a story. There are many things that are important in real life but that filmmakers find boring. I don’t think that these things are boring. In my films, I want to be closer to life than to cinema.”

Béla Tarr Born July 21, 1955

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Jean Renoir, September 15, 1894 - February 12, 1979.

Klart grabben ska ha en egen plats! #bowiderberg #BigBoW #Malmö (på/i Bo Widerbergsplatsen)

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Joshua Oppenheimer in Malmö.

#joshua oppenheimer #the look of silence #nordisk panorama

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Du skal ære din hustru (1925) by director Carl Theodor Dreyer

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Carl Theodor Dreyer & his golden globe for Best Foreign Film for “Ordet”

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The Tree of Wooden Clogs (L'Albero degli zoccoli) - 1978

directed by Ermanno Olmi

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Marcel Proust’s drafts for “In search of lost time”

Under sommaren läser Lars Norén varje dag några korta rader, såväl publicerade som nyskrivna axiom, hugskott och poetiska reflexioner.

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And the answer to every terrible situation always seems to be like, Be yourself, but I have no idea what that fucking means. Who’s myself? Apparently there’s some like amazing awesome person deep down inside of me or something? I have no idea who that guy is. I’m always faking it. And it looks to me like everyone else is faking it too.

Annie Baker, The Flick (via doglessbone)