Joy

It was pure joy to sit on a platform with Tilda again the other night. The digitally re-mastered ORLANDO looked and sounded fully present, with the colours as vibrant as they were originally intended to be.

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Looking Forward

A retrospective of my films starts this week in London. It is a strange moment. Has that much time passed already? And just who is the stranger who did this stuff behind my back?

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Wild Night

It was a wild night on the Southbank in London. There was something in the air that felt, perhaps, close to the edginess of those participating in the first broadcast of live television, or one of the earliest projections of film with sound.

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Earth

I have had my hands in the earth for the last two weeks. It’s a good way of thinking, obliquely, about all kinds of subjects, by concentrating on something primal, demanding so much attention that one appears not to be thinking at all, but rather existing in a reverie of hard labour.

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