“Mama” Noir
Monday, March 10th, 2003I have been a moviegoer since I was born. Namely since I had my first dream. I can remember the first movie I ever watched but I cannot remember my first dream. That is bad because I cannot prove my seniority as a film critic.
We are all filmmakers from the time we had our first nightmare, from the time we screamed in the middle of the night scared by images that were captured behind our eyelids. I believe cinema exists since a person — perfectly awake but with one’s eyes closed — could see a piece of his or her life. There is no other art much closer to dream than cinema. In the dark on a white canvas movies show us stories and dreams lived by us or by someone else who looks like us. The real picture of a movie has the bizarre quality of unreal dreams. What does a good movie make me dream about? About myself…
Once a Romanian film critic, now a Cleveland playgroup mom, I invite you to enjoy the 27th Cleveland International Film Festival, March 20-30, 2003, at Tower City Cinemas. Pick up your preview guide now at neighborhood coffee houses, libraries or Dollar Bank branches, or visit www.clevelandfilm.org for more information.