The Poetry of Cinema
The world needs cinema now more than ever. It may be the last important form of resistance to the deteriorating world in which we live. In dealing with borders, boundaries, the mixing of languages and cultures today, to seek a new humanism, a new way. ~ Theo Angelopoulos A faint blue—at times the boundless sky, at times the undulating surge of sea-waves, mist-filled horizons stretching into infinity—and a yellow that sometimes deepens into a reddish hue: a massive ship, a railway carriage, an old house, a boulevard, a cheap restaurant in the city, a bustling street. These few colors float with stoic indifference through Theo Angelopoulos’s parables, in his frames, in his worlds of social life. There is, in color, some secret warmth of relationship. Blue—tranquil and cool—set against yellow—violent, fragmented—projects knowledge at the core of their dialectic. A scientist will tell you: at forty-thousand Kelvin, matter appears blue to the human eye; at only fifty-five hundr...