most of the movies you’ll see in your life you’ll only see once. you will spend just 90 minutes in the dark with it, yet probably still be able to have a conversation about it with a stranger ten years later. the time you spend with your favorite films, even ones you might watch every year or so, is also incredibly fleeting compared to the time in between visits, when the films live only in your head, turning around and around, assimilating and evolving. when we rewatch a film, we’re usually surprised to find scenes that are staged dramatically different from how we remember them… even scenes we don’t remember at all. we might be surprised to find the film is generally better now than we remember, or maybe worse. and yet that “wrong” memory of the movie, the clumsy, flickering impression of it that we’ve been replaying in our heads for years after those 90 minutes, the basic subjective essence of it, is the version we’ll spend the most time with. this is a very different thing from your favorite beatles song or a painting on your wall…. immediate art that is intended for more regular, direct repeat consumption, art that does not exist primarily in memory.
when you are dead in 100 years, nobody will look at your biography and think, what kind of car did he drive? how much stuff did she own?