Speaking at the Pusan International Film Festival, controversial director Peter Greenaway has declared the death of cinema. According to Variety, he calls the time of death 1983, the year television remote controls became popular in homes. He went on to say that video artist Bill Viola was “worth 10 Martin Scorseses” calling his fellow director old-fashioned and accusing him of “making the same films that D.W. Griffith was making early last century.”
“We’re still illustrating Jane Austen novels — there are 41 films of Jane Austen novels in the world — what a waste of time.”
That’s pretty strong stuff, and funny, and probably true from a revolutionary’s perspective, but when it comes to telling a story how much has really changed ever? As long as Greenaway is wanting to tell stories, and he says he does, how much is he really breaking the mold? You can dress a story up in different ways, but it’s still a story and it still serves the same function. Doesn’t it?
And spare me the “interactive forms of filmmaking” chestnut. It’s B.S. I don’t want to interact with my movies, I just want to be told a good goddamn story.
Feel free to continue pushing the envelope Mr. Greenaway and I’ll be in line to see your next movie, but you’ll have to pry Taxi Driver from my cold, dead fingers.