It is as if there are two TRUTHS: one that is dull, flat, boring, at least in the eyes of those who daub it with falsity; the other ...

there is something extraordinarily profound in this book that i never expected to come across when i first started reading this. if i were to be honest, i have not even watched most of bresson's films: a paltry sum of two—l'argent and journal d'un curé de campagne—is my grand total for a checklist. yet those two were so different from films that i've watched before that i cannot help but feel compelled to try and understand the director a bit better.

myself being myself, i turned to books. fortunately, for me, bresson has written one.

even more fortunate for me, it is—much like his films—clearly a work of art.