the adulation of the brilliant auteur is i have heard is very passe.. in an age of collectives to root for an individual man who has been bestowed by the powers that be with a unique vision and the ability to fulfill it is considered so very old fashioned. still i don’t think the auteurs have completely vanished. they still remain our ‘heroes’, their visions are our religions. they drop words of wisdom as they lean against trees in hazy half light, with the sound of streams in the background. we listen and learn and wish we were them or with them..
i was never one for heroes when i was growing up- never had any- thought i did not need them.. i also never trusted genius- being trained to have an (un)healthy disrespect for individual valorization. perhaps that was why i never was really inspired to perform better than i could do with ease. perhaps…
andrei tarkovsy - though he looks like a boxer is actually a genius (not that there arent genius boxers)
‘directed by tarkovsky’ was a film made as a ‘behind the scenes’ documentary during the making of ‘the sacrifice’ tarkovsky’s last film. as a ‘making of..’ film it was probably the best one i have scene with insights into the process of film making as well as the man’s words of wisdom regarding the philosophy of his art. extremely serious, completely devoid of all irony, unpretentiously arty..
the adulatory nature of the presentation of the man was inescapable in a film like this- i guess- i accepted it as given.. after all the man was a genius- we must forgive ourselves for treating him as one.
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