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M ontparnasse-Levallois<br />
I got on very well with Maysles because he is a painter in his way of<br />
seeing. Wherever I would have moved the camera, he moved it. Afterwards<br />
he told me that when he wanted movement within the frame, the actors<br />
moved. One day I shall make a longer film with him where the whole thing<br />
will be organized along these lines. Maysles will have a vague idea of the<br />
story ; I will rehearse movements and actions with the actors. Then, at a set<br />
time, someone will come out of Claridges and walk up the Champs-Elysees<br />
or go to the Latin Quarter. Maysles will be there. He knows what he can leave<br />
out and what he mustn't on any account miss. If there's an assassination, he<br />
must start filming just when the assassination starts. It's a ceremony I am<br />
premeditating.<br />
108: Pierrot my friend<br />
You say, 'Let's talk about Pierrot.' I say, 'What is there to say about it?'<br />
You say, 'All right, let's talk about something else and we will inevitably<br />
get back to it, like McArthur and the bad penny, for revenge and because<br />
it's normal.' But while waiting to dot the i's on some poem of Rimbaud,<br />
for isn't criticism quite simply or quite frankly, one or the other, a matter<br />
of understanding the poetic structure of a film, a thought that is, of managing<br />
to define that thought as an object, of seeing whether or not that object is<br />
living, and of eliminating the dead ; while waiting, as I say, to discover what<br />
i's and what dots, like aircraft waiting to take off, better at the moment,<br />
rather than answers and questions, rivers of feelings promptly losing themselves<br />
in the sea of thoughts or vice versa, better to dissolve, dissolve, dissolve<br />
till one is out of breath as Franc;ois1 sometimes does, and he alone,<br />
because no one else knows how, or else it's the fashion, yes, better to drift<br />
into digressions so as to sew up again, with films as needle, the scattered<br />
pieces of our great white canvas, the one which is patched each year, today,<br />
this morning, as work begins, so we finally end by not knowing it is virgin,<br />
still virgin, like negative stock whether it be called Dupont, Ilford or Kodak,<br />
still in one piece too, and which one only has to blow on vigorously to<br />
stretch, that is to say to set those who have lost their way sailing in the right<br />
direction, whatever the name of the prompter may be, Skolimowski, Hitchcock,<br />
Langlois. Yes, dissolve, magnetic montage of ideas, without points of<br />
suspension, this is neither a thriller nor Celine, let's leave him to literature,<br />
he well deserves it, suffering and piling book upon book amid the regiments<br />
of language, we, with the cinema, are something else, life first of all, which<br />
isn't new, but difficult to speak of, one can barely live it and die, but speak of<br />
it, well, there are books, but in the cinema, we have no books, we have only<br />
music and painting, and even those, as you know, can be lived but rarely<br />
spoken. So, Pierrot, maybe you understand a little why what to say about it?<br />
Because life is its subject, with scope and colour as its attnbutes, for I have<br />
big ideas. Life, I should say a start to life, rather as the story of Euclid's<br />
parallels is a start to geometry. There have been other lives, and there will<br />
be more, just think of the blossoms broken, the lion hunt with bow and<br />
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