"For better or worse, I am from a generation that very much wants to consume and
reconsume its own shit. . . . Unfortunately, what happens to my generation is,
we don’t just watch Breakfast Club two times while it’s in movie
theatres. We watch Breakfast Club sixty-nine times between the age of
twelve and twenty-five, and we convince ourselves that The Breakfast
Club is a genius movie. You have this wrapped up nostalgia and
regurgitation and overconsumption of mediocre shit. It is a bad direction that
our culture is going in. And I directly tie that to the video store. We had
every movie ever made available to us to freeze-frame and scroll through and
totally overanalyze. Movies aren’t meant to be held up to that level of
scrutiny. Most aren’t. The ability to know and study every shot of a movie until
you know it by heart is not necessarily great. Not like being inspired by
something and making your own art from it. It becomes heady and intellectual
rather than emotional. You actually remember them better if you sort of
misremember them"
Richard Brody dans sa critique parue dans le New Yorker, citant un extrait du livre "I lost It at the Video Store : A Filmakers' Oral History of a Vanished Era" de Tom Roston.
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