For the eons of the
illusion of film, the pieces of slides skimming into reality, for the
revisiting of forgotten myths, the unconscious, and mostly, ingenuity,
film is treasured by the world as a vortex of inspiration in one's solemn
life. Indeed, if not for the wish to inspire, the skill of storytelling
wouldn't exist. The Artform. For the forming of paradigm shifts in the
world's thinking, to expand their horizons in even a subconscious form.
Film is regarded as escape, as a vain attempt to forget our misery, and
true as that may be, life is never black and white. Much as there is beauty
in everything, there is beauty in storytelling, and we revisit the masters
at work with the majestic cinema. Masters of provoking thought and vision,
a reason to believe. Which is why sometimes the greatest films strangely
and curiously embody reality, in all their romanticism of events, the
compassion is what strikes us all. They are firemen fighting the great
fire of ignorance. And we? We are the romantics at the oasis, those who
do not touch the water, do not effect the sight, but watch it in admiration.
In this moment, much can happen. In this readiness to understand, to appreciate,
to be enthraled, a revolution is always possible. There is always hope
at the start of every film that it unifies you in some form.