By Victor Bruno
I have chosen two films by Jean-Marie Straub to make talk about: Le genou d’Artémide and Le streghe, femmes entre elles. With this piece I have no intention other than just talk about the moment someone has a snap and notices that sometime this person will die. And when you die, you are immortal, because you turn to be a living matter in the memory of those who you knew and lived with. If this seems to be too substantial and has no contact whatsoever with Straub’s work or cinema as a whole… well, if you’re thinking that way, it’s time to reconsider the very concept of cinema.