sovietmontage asked: I think the first film most people are introduced to Haneke through is Cache.

Huh, I had no idea that was Haneke. Cache is one of those movies I know nothing about, yet I’ve had a vague feeling I’d love it for years. It’s probably just because I love the dvd cover.

Now I just need to find the time to watch a movie.

A bunch of baby ducks, send ‘em to the moon.

(Source: theimprovfairytale)

Just another director I’m embarrassed to say I’ve seen nothing of. Anyone got a suggestion on where to start?

Oh, and these two posters are the best I’ve seen yet this year.

(via ikaristwin)

"People ask what are my intentions with my films — my aims. It is a difficult and dangerous question, and I usually give an evasive answer: I try to tell the truth about the human condition, the truth as I see it. This answer seems to satisfy everyone, but it is not quite correct. I prefer to describe what I would like my aim to be. There is an old story of how the cathedral of Chartres was struck by lightning and burned to the ground. Then thousands of people came from all points of the compass, like a giant procession of ants, and together they began to rebuild the cathedral on its old site. They worked until the building was completed — master builders, artists, labourers, clowns, noblemen, priests, burghers. But they all remained anonymous, and no one knows to this day who built the cathedral of Chartres.
Regardless of my own beliefs and my own doubts, which are unimportant in this connection, it is my opinion that art lost its basic creative drive the moment it was separated from worship. It severed an umbilical cord and now lives its own sterile life, generating and degenerating itself. In former days the artist remained unknown and his work was to the glory of God. He lived and died without being more or less important than other artisans; ‘eternal values,’ ‘immortality’ and ‘masterpiece’ were terms not applicable in his case. The ability to create was a gift. In such a world flourished invulnerable assurance and natural humility. Today the individual has become the highest form and the greatest bane of artistic creation.
The smallest wound or pain of the ego is examined under a microscope as if it were of eternal importance. The artist considers his isolation, his subjectivity, his individualism almost holy. Thus we finally gather in one large pen, where we stand and bleat about our loneliness without listening to each other and without realizing that we are smothering each other to death. The individualists stare into each other’s eyes and yet deny the existence of each other.
We walk in circles, so limited by our own anxieties that we can no longer distinguish between true and false, between the gangster’s whim and the purest ideal. Thus if I am asked what I would like the general purpose of my films to be, I would reply that I want to be one of the artists in the cathedral on the great plain. I want to make a dragon’s head, an angel, a devil — or perhaps a saint — out of stone. It does not matter which; it is the sense of satisfaction that counts.
Regardless of whether I believe or not, whether I am a Christian or not, I would play my part in the collective building of the cathedral."

Ingmar Bergman on the intrinsic spirituality of art, and the negative affects of art’s separation from worship.

"When we experience a film, we consciously prime ourselves for illusion. Putting aside will and intellect, we make way for it in our imagination. The sequence of pictures plays directly on our feelings. Music works in the same fashion; I would say that there is no art form that has so much in common with film as music. Both affect our emotions directly, not via the intellect. And film is mainly rhythm; it is inhalation and exhalation in continuous sequence. Ever since childhood, music has been my great source of recreation and stimulation, and I often experience a film or play musically."

Ingmar Bergman on the connection between music and film.

The ego of this man astounds me.

(via fuckyeahdirectors)

ajourneyon asked: Dang! What happened to her?! She looks super good in Mean Girls. I guess cocaine messes you up.

I know dude! It’s too distracting, I’m trying to study in the library on adderall, and I just ended up staring at her boobs for like 5 minutes.

I wonder if anyone around noticed.

Wait, how long has my icon been Truffaut? I should probably change it or something.

nobigdealaye:

When Lindsay Lohan looked good.

It’s probably just the boobs/red hair/not being a crack whore.

nonoo:

Sentinels of the Arctic 
Image Credit & Copyright: Niccolò Bonfadini

Explanation: Who guards the north? Judging from the above photograph, possibly giant trees covered in snow and ice. The picture was taken last winter in Finnish Lapland where weather can include sub-freezing temperatures and driving snow. Surreal landscapes sometimes result, where common trees become cloaked in white and so appear, to some, as watchful aliens. Far in the distance, behind this uncommon Earthly vista, is a more common sight — a Belt of Venus that divided a darkened from sunlit sky as the Sun rose behind the photographer. Of course, in the spring, the trees have thawed andLapland looks much different.