Last night I left the cinema after having seen an American film. Had I not been in the jury of Mostra in Venice, I would have left sooner. While leaving, I thought my head was going to explode. In the two hours of the film I didn’t see a human shot. It was a sort of provocation of the viewer with over intensified colours and sounds. After having returned to the hotel, I turned on the television and caught sight of scenes from an old Italian film; of which the director and the title are unknown to me. A child being taken to the barber’s to have his hair cut of. With this imagery the painful feelings I got earlier from watching the American film where washed away in some sort of catharsis. It is not because I am in Italy that I am telling this but if film is a French invention, the credit for its artistic development goes to Italian directors, whereas the American directors are more interested in the profitability of the invention.

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