The screen is a magic medium. It has such power that it can retain interest as it conveys emotions and moods that no other art form can hope to tackle.
America fears the penis, and that’s something I’m going to help them get over.
Your intellect may be confused, but your emotions will never lie to you.
Every film should have its own world, a logic and feel to it that expands beyond the exact image that the audience is seeing.
Film is incredibly democratic and accessible. It’s probably the best option if you actually want to change the world, not just re-decorate it.
Film is more than the twentieth-century art. It’s another part of the twentieth-century mind. It’s the world seen from inside. We’ve come to a certain point in the history of film. If a thing can be filmed, the film is implied in the thing itself. This is where we are. The twentieth century is on film. You have to ask yourself if there’s anything about us more important than the fact that we’re constantly on film, constantly watching ourselves.
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
Going to the cinema is like returning to the womb; you sit there, still and meditative in the darkness, waiting for life to appear on the screen.
It struck me that the movies had spent more than half a century saying, They lived happily ever after and the following quarter-century warning that they’ll be lucky to make it through the weekend. Possibly now we are now entering a third era in which the movies will be sounding a note of cautious optimism: You know it just might work.
Does art reflect life? In movies, yes. Because more than any other art form, films have been a mirror held up to society’s porous face.