I think it's fairly unjust that such a perfect film exists. And let me tell you as it is, it is a perfect film. No question. Let us be a bit Saint-Just in this regard against the injustice of the existence of a perfect film as Corps à Cœur. It is Grémillon, yes. But it really is Fauré. (I am already incredibly taken by the love shared across the Diagonale group of "Classical" music.) And Fauré's Requiem for what is…

First of all this applies equally here.

Second, «The greatest history is the history of the cinema. (...) I say that it’s the greatest history because it can project. Other histories can only reduce themselves. My goal, then, alas (laughter), is like that little poem by Brecht: “I examine my project carefully: it’s unrealizable.” Because it can only be done on TV, which reduces. Or which projects you, the viewer, bur then you lose consciousness, you’re rejected. Whereas in cinema,…