I discover this interview at the age of twenty-one, on my way from classic, mainly American (not to say Hollywoodian) cinephilia to modern and political cinema (this discovery comes after that of Europe ’51, but also of the militant films made around May ’68). It doesn’t matter if Rossellini is exaggerating, if his observation lacks nuance: his merit is that he crystallises a question about what exactly one can expect from art in general and from cinema in particular. He has come to a decision.

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Owing its unity to its variations, Hong Sang-soo’s oeuvre provokes inventory-making more than others. One will find here a collection of some of the running motifs, those called for by memory and those formed as the images were collected. Floating motifs, from plate to plate – drawing, between rigidity and woolliness, between heaven and earth, an art of posture and distance, in which any relationship and resemblance could be mere coincidence. Clinking as pleasantly, we hope, as glasses on a table.