One of my favourite films of all times is the Dreamers, a movie by Bernardo Bertolucci that pays humble homage to Bande à part, an equally great film by Jean-Luc Godard. It is centred around a group of cinephiles during the 1960s, in particular the ’68 student riots. Our heroes and heroine (played by the ever lovely and pre-famous Eva Green) are forced to come into very real contact with their ideals, sexual identities, and personal strength at a time of civil unrest. At the very beginning of the movie our main protagonist Matthew speaks about sitting close to the screen.
I was one of the insatiables…
the ones you’d always find
sitting closest to the screen.
Why do we sit so close?
Maybe it was because we wanted
to receive the images first…
when they were still new,
still fresh…
before they cleared the hurdles
of the rows behind us…
before they’d been relayed back
from row to row, spectator to spectator…
until worn-out, secondhand,
the size of a postage stamp…
it returned to the
projectionist’s cabin.
And in my opinion, that’s how films are supposed to make you feel.