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One makes a film of anything. Of a deserted beach. Of a single man. It's the camera that creates a movie, never a script on which the camera only s delusions or literary-psychological transfigurations as in Fellini. Or in Bergman, who deforms the figure within the most irritating theatrical parnassianism in search of a “modernness” that only people trembling with sexual problems like and are delirious in front of. But delirious in the face of their own psychosis and…