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Article
01.10.2025
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On the little TV screen the person who looks at us is supposed to talk to us face to face, person to person; he or she is among us. This is where that feeling of intimacy that presides over Impromptu du dimanche comes from. But let this interlocutor stumble and lose the thread of his discourse, and the falseness of this illusory situation is brutally revealed, because we can do nothing for him and he, many kilometers away from us, finds himself alone, if not disabled, in front of soulless recording machines.

Passage
24.09.2025
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“Let cinema go to its ruin, that is the only cinema. Let the world go to its ruin, let it go to its ruin, that is the only politics.” This is perhaps the boldest statement I have come across because it is violent and moves beyond the field of cinema. It emerges like a voice in the desert, aimed at no one and everyone.

Over Pasolini’s Teorema

Article
17.09.2025
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De bezoeker heeft Pietro de ogen geopend. Het blijft onduidelijk voor wat: voor het ware leven, de liefde, het genot... Vast staat dat zijn ogen slechts werden geopend opdat hij zou zien dat hij “ziende blind” is en moet blijven, dat zo’n zien te excessief is om er over te kunnen beschikken. “Zu Blindheit über- / redete Augen”, dicht Paul Celan. Pietro werd geraakt door een “te groot” inzicht dat uiteindelijk slechts het effect heeft van een vlek die als een schaduw over zijn “normale” zien hangt.

A Conversation with Anna Magnani

Conversation
24.09.2025
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Huddled in a doorway along the streets of Cecafumo are the cameraman, the continuity girl, the grip and his crew, all of them, I see, with resigned looks on their faces. Under a large umbrella is di Carlo, my assistant director, and some of the boys who are being filmed today; other cast members stand by the cluttered tables and dismantled equipment. It’s sort of a disaster. Someone tells me that Magnani wants to talk to me, so I go upstairs to see her in the little room a Cecafumo family is letting her stay in.

A Conversation with Frans van de Staak

Conversation
17.09.2025
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Why did I choose Spinoza and why did I choose Poot? In fact, because they forced themselves to pay full attention to their environments, although they were lonely. And perhaps, I guess, this is my own theme. For Poot as well as for Spinoza it is desire of some kind… and the same holds for myself; although it is a little bit embarrassing for me to say this. Alright, actually, this is the proper word. Desire, I am driven by desire, not by anger, but by a very strong emotion indeed.

Article
10.09.2025
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I never decided to become a documentary filmmaker; that is to say, to camp once and for all inside a given space. Besides, I hate that term: documentary filmmaker. It helps to erect a boundary around a genre that has never ceased to evolve and whose porosity, shifting contours, and almost consanguine ties with the genre it is always set against, fiction, are on the contrary well known. For it is indeed true that images are less faithful to “reality” than to the intentions of those who produce them.

Article
10.09.2025
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Man expresses himself above all through his action – not meant in a purely pragmatic way – because it is in this way that he modifies reality and leaves his spiritual imprint on it. But this action lacks unity, or meaning, as long as it remains incomplete. [...] So long as I’m not dead, no one will be able to guarantee he truly knows me, that is, be able to give meaning to my actions, which, as linguistic moments, are therefore indecipherable.

COMPILED BY Arta Barzanji, Gerard-Jan Claes

Serge Daney (1944–1992) remains one of the 20th century’s most influential film critics. As a country that was “still missing” from his map, cinema embodied a deeply felt promise of universality for Daney. He longed for a shared imaginary space through cinema, a global citizenship of viewers, where images connect us without requiring us to be the same, allowing us to imagine ourselves somehow in relation to the world. This issue, comprising contributions from critics, academics and translators from around the world, aims to reflect on the continued resonance of his writings and ideas, reminding us of the promise of that missing country called cinema: an imaginary space that is nonetheless home to “true inhabitants who [speak] the same language.”

Marva Nabili’s The Sealed Soil (1977)

Article
25.06.2025
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The Sealed Soil is a mesmerizing exploration of stasis, containment, domestic anxiety, and the quiet possibility of salvation. Through long takes and composed stillness, Nabili’s film invites viewers to experience the materiality of cinema – its temporal weight, meditative rhythm, and aesthetic force – giving profound meaning to the notion of women’s cinema. A work of rare beauty and quiet defiance, The Sealed Soil stands as a luminous gem in the canon of Iranian classical and arthouse cinema – a testament to the enduring power of feminist filmmaking.

À propos de deux expositions sur Jean-Luc Godard

Article
18.06.2025
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Il était une fois un garçon surnommé « IAM ». Élève du Collège de Nyon, doué en mathématiques et athlétique, ce jeune homme reçut ce surnom au ton quelque peu spéculatif, dérivé probablement de l’anglais « I am ». Les raisons exactes de ce choix demeurent incertaines, mais il semble clair que son propriétaire l’appréciait. En effet, après avoir obtenu son diplôme d’études secondaires en 1946 et intégré le lycée Buffon à Paris, il commença à signer fièrement ses premières œuvres artistiques sous le nom de « IAM », à la fin de son adolescence. Ce jeune homme n’était autre que Jean-Luc Godard, le cinéaste qui devint une figure emblématique de la Nouvelle Vague[.]