Sublime

I want to take audiences back to the earliest days of cinema, when the Lumière brothers screened their film of a train pulling into a station. Apparently some people fled in panic because they were convinced they were about to be run over. I can’t confirm this; it might be a legend, but I like the story. At screenings of Fitzcarraldo I heard gasps

I saw myself as the captain in the joke about Italian soldiers in the First World War trenches. For weeks they’re being bombarded, day after day, until their captain grabs a rifle and shouts, “Up, men! Attack!” Enemy fire cuts him down before he has gone two steps, and he falls back into the trench, stone dead. The soldiers, none of whom have

think often of the closing scene from Akira Kurosawa’s Ikiru—the story of a dying government employee, working to get a small park made in central Tokyo before he expired.

The documentary Candamo,

“Live dangerously—carefully.”