#abel ferrara
“The lesson in Siberia is that films themselves are like a dream; even the shittiest film. You’re sitting in the dark, you’re watching some crazy shit. It’s edited, so it’s not real life anyways. Even if it’s edited well it’s all fucked-up anyways, right? That juxtaposition of time, it’s so dreamlike that you have to almost kill yourself to make it not dreamlike. The nature of the medium is: you’re in the dark, you’re half-asleep, or you’re in some other kind of hypnotic state, watching these images, telling a story—it’s the nature of a dream. It’s hard, because when you really think about the dreams you have, to try to film them you have to be a master. You’ve got to be as good as Welles or Jean Vigo. We’ll keep working at it, you know what I mean?”
We talk to Abel Ferrara about reinventing the cinematic form.
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?
9 Lives of a Wet Pussycat (1976, Abel Ferrara)