Kritiken (1)
A hundred heads are looking at me, I have a hundred heads instead of my own – and still, they see nothing: in the mirror, they only see my body without a head. I borrowed a hundred pairs of eyes from others, and yet I am blind to myself. Who, then, is that neighbor, those neighbors from whom I borrowed the gaze that remains blind? "What then is our neighbor? Something within us, some modifications of ourselves that have become conscious: an image, this is what our neighbor is. What are we ourselves? Are we not also nothing but an image? A something within us, modifications of ourselves that have become conscious? Our Self of which we are conscious: is it not an image as well, something outside of us, something external, on the outside? We never touch anything but an image, and not ourselves, not our Self. Are we not strangers to ourselves and also as close to ourselves as our neighbor?" (Nietzsche, The Complete Works, In: Klossowski, Vicious Circle) The eternal path of oneiric surrealism toward oneself through a detour that tempts to keep going further and further away from the path towards the goal, which is the subject of dream thoughts ... that is with every image of film consciousness further and further away ... And that is why new Duviviers, Jordans, and VanDerBeeks can always arise: the film image is never exhausted, but it also never gets closer, even if it uses the most surprising and seemingly most individualized visual language. Borrowed images from our neighbors or their apparent subjectivity (engraving our signature into an old etching is not enough for it to become ours) will not bring us closer to ourselves, and the surrealist Ernst is no less persistent in emptiness than the apparent films without a narrator, for example, the aforementioned Jordan.
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