To turn out good films (or novels) one has to take time to experience and digest, i.e. stop writing (or filming)
October 24, 2012 § Leave a comment
Il regista di matrimoni on the other hand, despite some beautiful eye candy, and some delightful oddities (Bellocchio’s films are placed somewhat in the direction of the the Manuel de Oliveira/Raoul Ruiz corner of the realism/surrealism spectrum), disappoints. It seems an immutable principle of art that whenever an aging movie director makes a film about an aging movie director (or an aging novelist about an aging novelist) the resulting work must needs be dull. The autobiographical details of the lives of productive artists, unlike the autobiographical details of mercenaries or gangsters or entrepreneurs, are just not terribly interesting: sitting and writing all day does no more to develop an interesting character than turning out a movie a year, and precisely as much as any other job. And if you trust pornographic websites, far less than the job of a librarian (or a nurse). I suppose the sad truth is that no one has 40 good films in him (except perhaps Ozu); good directors (like Kubrick) know this and don’t mind producing a film every decade. To turn out good films (or novels) one has to take time to experience and digest, i.e. stop writing (or filming).