Art is free, shameless, irresponsible [...], the movement is intense, almost feverish; it resembles, it seems to me, a snakeskin full of ants. The snake itself is long since dead, eaten out from within, deprived of its poison; but the skin moves, filled with busy life.
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Pascal Bonitzer
N° 778, juillet/août 2021
- Loulou de Maurice Pialat p. 129–132
- À nos amours de Maurice Pialat p. 132–135