He made Cassavetes, Cassavetes.
Performances congruent with camera.
He discovered a universe out of space-time.
His films assume a state of undoing.
He explored the near impossibility of connection.
He “invented a new language, true to the nature of film.”
“I got a million of ’em.”
Never before had images been so unsettlingly self-aware.
Rita Hayworth meets David Bowie
“If we’re bad citizens, we’re doing our job.”
The most scrupulously self-aware of comedians.
He smacks you from the horrible places you don’t let your head go.
“Real painters do not paint things as they are.”
He aimed for total objectivity and compassion.
Separation, and then the language of separation, were his subjects.
Ex postcard facto
Imagining mannequined retail air patrolled by pesky laser fields…
Animals, electric and otherwise.
Echoes of Chekhov in the C-Suite.
Steal this concept!
7. Mustaches, 8. SXSW, 9. Shameless Self-Promotion
“Change,” he said, “is inevitable.”
Ontological earliness and ephemerality of dry erase.
Fidelity to appearance vs. expression of reality.