Welles for the tumblr generation.
"We get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds."
Spike and Harmony Korine, by Terry Richardson.
-I can’t tell who’s ahead.
-It can change from moment to moment.
-But is there always a clear winner even if there’s not a knockout?
-Well, sometimes the best fighter isn’t the one who lands the hardest punch. It can be the one who absorbs it.
-You have to be a masochist to enjoy that kind of punishment, don’t you think?
Masters of Sex 2x03
Really needed this today.
"Film as dream, film as music. No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does, straight to our emotions, deep into the twilight room of the soul. A little twitch in our optic nerve, a shock effect: twenty-four illuminated frames a second, darkness in between, the optic nerve incapable of registering darkness. At the editing table, when I run the strip of film through, frame by frame, I still feel that dizzy sense of magic of my childhood: in the darkness of the wardrobe, I slowly wind on one frame after another, see the almost imperceptible changes, wind faster — a movement."
Ingmar Bergman (July 14, 1918 -– July 30, 2007)
YOU ARE WHAT YOU DO.
by Sheila O’Malley
"When I first started in pictures, an actor didn’t have the freedom to interrupt the dialogue. But in His Girl Friday, Rosalind Russell and I were constantly interrupting each other. The sound men would say, ‘We can’t hear you.’ And we’d say,…