The Dreamers

The movie was Sam Fuller's
'Shock Corridor'.

lts images were so powerful,
it was like being hypnotised.

l was 20 years old.
lt was the late 60s.

l'd come to Paris for a year
to study French.

Here l got my real education.
l became a member of what
was kind of a freemasonry.

The freemasonry of cinephiles.
What we'd call 'film buffs'.
l was one of the insatiables...
the ones you'd always find
sitting closest to the screen.

Why do we sit so close?
Maybe it was because we wanted
to receive the images first,

when they were still new,
still fresh,

before they cleared
the hurdles of the rows behind us.

Before they had been relayed back
from row to row,

spectatorto spectator,
until, worn out, second-hand,
the size of a postage stamp,

it returned to the
projectionist's cabin.

Doctor, l'm not nuts,
l'm here forthe paper!

Maybe, too, the screen
really was a screen.

lt screened us from the world.
But there was one evening,
in the spring of 1968,
when the world finally burst
through the screen.

Obeying an obscure coalition
of dubious interests,

the Minister Malraux has driven...
Henri Langlois
out of French Cinematheque.

Chaillot offered us all
a free and fair conception...