11 Aug 2014


Watching the films of Jean Marie Straub & Danièle Huillet, for me, is like still being somewhere between the years 1895 and 1900; things will never come into the 20th century. You might argue that by 1920 and D.W. Griffith cinema was complete and everything after is just an elaboration, a mutation; all that was essential had been done. Furthermore, it could also be said that cinema was very much mature even at the time of its pioneers Thomas Alva Edison & William K.L. Dickson, The Lumière Brothers, Edwin S. Porter, Georges Méliès etc. Straub/Huillet’s extremely rigid and austere formula made me think about all of this and questions of progression/regression of cinema. Why is it necessary to make films? And how much substance is enough to assemble a film? Just a thought.