One Has To Manage Alone As Best

This Damned Ranting About Doom. Is That Food For The Minds Of Modern People? Do They Really Expect Us To Take Them Seriously?

I Make All My Decisions On Intuition. But Then, I Must Know Why I Made That Decision. I Throw A Spear Into The Darkness. That Is Intuition. Then I Must Send An Army Into The Darkness To Find The Spear. That Is Intellect.

When Film Is Not A Document, It Is Dream. That Is Why Tarkovsky Is The Greatest Of Them All. He Moves With Such Naturalness In The Room Of Dreams. He Doesn't Explain. What Should He Explain Anyhow? He Is A Spectator, Capable Of Staging His Visions In The Most Unwieldy But, In A Way, The Most Willing Of Media. All My Life I Have Hammered On The Doors Of The Rooms In Which He Moves So Naturally. Only A Few Times Have I Managed To Creep Inside. Most Of My Conscious Efforts Have Ended In Embarrassing Failure - The Serpent's Egg, The Touch, Face To Face And So On.

When We Experience A Film, We Consciously Prime Ourselves For Illusion. Putting Aside Will And Intellect, We Make Way For It In Our Imagination. The Sequence Of Pictures Plays Directly On Our Feelings.

My Discovery Of Tarkovsky's First Film Was Like A Miracle. Suddenly, I Found Myself Standing At The Door Of A Room The Keys Of Which Had, Until Then, Never Been Given To Me. It Was A Room I Had Always Wanted To Enter And Where He Was Moving Freely And Fully At Ease.