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fine marksman who disdains the stab in the  back'5  and as Dalf claimed, in the same year, about a man
      apprehended for an act of pornographic exhibitionism, that his action was  one of the purest and most
      disinterested  acts  a  man  is  capable  of performing  in  our  age  of corruption  and  moral  degradation'.6
      Your uncluttered  film  form also falls between these two notions.
        Your  interest  in  the  dispossessed  and  the  forgotten  quarters  of  the  world  reminds  me  of
      Sokurov's  preoccupation  with  the  geographical  and  psychological  limits  of human  existence.  His
      film  Dni  Zatmeniya  (Days  of  Eclipse,  1988)  which  seems  to  concern  itself  with  such  groups  in  a
      specifically backwater Eurasian context, and then in relation to a subtext of late Soviet Communism,
      is one such example. You both investigate and chronicle the 'underground' as a kind of subterranean
      annex  to  bourgeois  society,  an  antinferno  -  somerhing  that  is  not  an  aberration  in  itself  but  a
      necessity  for  such  a  society.  The  expected  method  for  such  an  endeavour  (neorealism  -  also  the
      cry that greeted  Los  Olvidados in  the  1951  Cannes  Festival)  is  rejected  in  favour  of an  evocation  of
      the lineaments of the experience of such a zone. This is,  in a literal sense,  a 'cinema of exploitation'
      (an  experiential  evocation  of exploitation)  and,  in  this  respect,  attacks  the  collective  faith  in  the
      ideological  foundations  of societies  as  being misplaced.  So  for you,  unlike  Godard,  there was  no
      surprise  in  the  face  of'the world today',  no  earnest reaction  necessary,  and so  no  need for a call  to
      arms  via  a  realignment  of,  let's  say,  the  practice  of  film.  It  is  in  this  way  that  your  work  remained
      true  to  the  spirit  of surrealism  rather  than just  acknowledging your  first  underground  legacy via  the
      occasional  narrative  flourish  or visual  motif.  You  disrupted  in  a  literally  radical  way,  attacking  the
      very assumptions  that are necessary to  sustain  notmality,  assumptions  that  failed perceptive  Godard
      and so polemicised him.
        This led Godard, Groupe Dziga-Vertov and others to the so-called 'Third Cinema', perceived as
      the harbinger of aesthetic solutions to political  problems  (and/or vice versa).  Yet this too had already
      found  expression  in  your  ethnographic  tendencies,  many years  before  Terra  em  Transe  (1967)  and
      Vent dEst (1969),  Pasolini's  'Southern'  tendency,  Internationalism and  'Third Worldism'  in general.
      And, by then, even the old enemy, the Roman Church, had partly recognised the need for some kind
      of convulsion,  the  necessity of an  autocritique.  Minor clerics,  fired  by Incarnational Theology,  then
      discussed (no doubt with the same earnestness) moving the Vatican to a generic Third World country,
     so  as  to  be  on  the  new frontline  of the  third  millennium  of the  historic  mission.  It  inevitably brings
      to mind,  if considered literally,  the kind of scenes  that could only be from  the Bufiuel lexicon:  Papal
     splendour  reconstructed  in  some  far-flung  subcontinentalfaux-socialist  state  -  gloriously  redundant,
     grotesquely outlandish  (as  if such scenes had been  anticipated by the Mallorcan skeleton-bishops of
     L'Aged'Or,  1930).

     THE  S U P R A S E N S I B L E  IDEA AS  'TRUTH'


     The 'underground'  is not a transitory preoccupation for European cinema.  Rather,  it has historically
     possessed  an  oppositional political  use,  partly as  the  area  in which  societal  norms were  tested and
     challenged.  If only  this  lesson  was  understood  by  our  'underground  filmmakers'  of today,  by  the
     avant-gardists  of  the  last  couple  of decades  (or,  we  could  say,  since  the  death  of Rainer  Werner
     Fassbinder).  They  have  instead  concerned  themselves  with  a  critique  of form,  a  kind  of relentless


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