The Dreamers I sognatori 2003 Italian

I was 20 years old. It was the end of the '60s and I came to Paris for a year to study French.

But this is where I got my real education.

I became a member of what was in those days a kind of Freemasonry.

The cinephilan Freemasons.

The ones we called "movie sick".

I was one of the bloody ones, one of the ones that sit next to the screen.

Why did we get so close?

Maybe it was because we wanted to get the images first, when they were new, still.

Fresh.

Before they escaped to the bottom, climbing line by line, spectator by spectator,.

As long as they're worn out, used, as big as a French stamp, they didn't return to the city.

projection booth.

Or if the screen really was a screen, it shielded us from the world.

But there was one night, in the spring of '68,.

In which the world finally unraveled the screen.

Obeding a dark coalition of dubious interests,.

Minister Marault had Henri Langlois kicked out of French Cinemathéque.

In Chaillot, you were able to verify that there is a free and just film culture.

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