Ernesto and I tend to disagree upon the importance of film as art (to summarize unfairly, I think it’s the modern extension of literature, he thinks it’s more of a corruption) but this movie reminds me of why I think the medium is so important. Great literature tends to boil down to a few books that, like prime numbers, cannot be compressed. The same is true of great films. This is such a film. It makes a permanent mark on the personal memory and, if enough people see it, the cultural memory.
Maybe not so much a “corruption” as the training-wheels version of literature — and that’s not all film, just most of it. But I think we agree entirely on this one.
Ernesto and I tend to disagree upon the importance of film as art (to summarize unfairly, I think it’s the modern extension of literature, he thinks it’s more of a corruption) but this movie reminds me of why I think the medium is so important. Great literature tends to boil down to a few books that, like prime numbers, cannot be compressed. The same is true of great films. This is such a film. It makes a permanent mark on the personal memory and, if enough people see it, the cultural memory.
Maybe not so much a “corruption” as the training-wheels version of literature — and that’s not all film, just most of it. But I think we agree entirely on this one.