My biggest fear when I started this film blog six months ago was that I would stop watching film for the fun of it, and start watching it as education; analyzing the work and ignoring the actual reason I fell in love with film. This is something I see over and over, with film students, buffs and even filmmakers as they lose the passion and gain the expertise.
Fortunately my passion for film has not changed, only grown. It is possible this initial fear was largely unfounded. That is not to say that I have not learned anything, nor do I ignore the technical aspects of film. Of course my knowledge of film and my understanding of filmmaking have greatly improved over the last six months but my love for film has only grown with it. It is such a great shame when someone loses their passion as they watch film completely disconnected, as a way to analyze it more clinically.
This is something that filmmakers sometimes also fall prey to, as they move ahead in their career the original drive and passion that drove them to become an artist wastes away.
Francis Ford Coppola and Bernardo Bertolucci are examples of two filmmakers who once displayed both style and passion and lost it as they became not just more technically confident but also more cynical.
Fortunately both these filmmakers found their passion once more, creating films like young men would while being near the end of their careers. Last year’s autobiographical Tetro showed a completely new side to Coppola as he experimented with his technique and told a small, personal story.
It was Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Dreamers that introduced me to countless films that would later become some of my favourites. It was not until I recently returned to that film, after viewing much of Bertolucci’s back-catalogue that I realized how important a film it was.
Many seem to dismiss The Dreamers as one of Bertolucci’s weaker films; however I see that as completely wrong. Of course there are some negatives about the film, such as the limited budget, however the passion and energy projected on screen make it so easy to ignore any faults. The film is for all intents and purposes, a love letter to cinema, and it is a beautiful one at that.
These personal films from older filmmakers help us understand why they became filmmakers, as they provide a look at the passion that drove them to create their great works of cinema.
I realize that many of my posts I write can be negative, and looking back it does upset me. Of course I dislike many films, hate them even, but the reason I started this blog was not to complain or insult film, rather it was to give an outlet to my over-powering love for film.
This blog may only have been around for six months, but over that time I realize I have become slightly cynical with my writing, complaining more than celebrating film. I do not want to be the cynical filmmaker or writer, I want to be like Bertolucci, finding the great passion and expressing it through whatever possible way available to me. The Deleted Scene is my current outlet for expressing my views on film, and I want this to be a place not of negativity but rather a place to love film. The Deleted Scene is my love letter to cinema, and that will be reflected in my writing.
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