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A Man Who Renounces Something Is Also A Man Who Believes In Something.

I Can't Give Any Absolute Definition Of What Love Is, Or Even Whether It Ought To Exist.

A Particular Type Of Film Emerged From World War Two, With The Italian Neorealist School. It Was Perfectly Right For Its Time, Which Was As Exceptional As The Reality Around Us. Our Major Interest Focused On That And On How We Could Relate To It. Later, When The Situation Normalized And Post-war Life Returned To What It Had Been In Peacetime, It Became Important To See The Intimate, Interior Consequences Of All That Had Happened.

Reality Itself Is Steadily Becoming More Colored. Think Of What Factories Were Like, Especially In Italy At The Beginning Of The 19th Century, When Industrialization Was Just Beginning: Gray, Brown And Smoky. Color Didn't Exist. Today, Instead, Most Everything Is Colored. The Pipe Running From The Basement To The 12th Floor Is Green Because It Carries Steam. The One Carrying Electricity Is Red, And That With Water Is Purple. Also, Plastic Colors Have Filled Our Homes, Even Revolutionized Our Taste. Pop Art Grew Out Of That And Was Possible Because Of This Change In Taste.

The Script Is A Starting Point, Not A Fixed Highway. I Must Look Through The Camera To See If What I've Written On The Page Is Right Or Not. In The Script, You Describe Imagined Scenes, But It's All Suspended In Mid-air. Often, An Actor Viewed Against A Wall Or A Landscape, Or Seen Through A Window, Is Much More Eloquent Than The Lines You've Given Him. So Then You Take Out The Lines. This Happens Often To Me And I End Up Saying What I Want With A Movement Or A Gesture.