There comes a time in life when you have to decide what your favourite movie is. I don't the age I was when I first encountered that prompt nor do I recall a time in life where I wasn't aware that Vader was Luke's father. My memory of childhood is heavily fragmented, not for any terrible reason mind you, just much of it never lodged itself into my brain, but that grandiose, operatic dramatic reveal is there; forever committed.…
"What’s the cause? What’s the meaning? Why do you always have to dare something?"
"I don’t know. Maybe it's because I’m afraid, otherwise, nobody'll -- notice -- my existence -- in the universe?"
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"Do I just keep doing it?"
"Yes!"
"Without knowing anything?"
"Yes!"
You can't wake up if you don't fall asleep. You can't be unreal if you are. His movies are only dioramas if you don't want to open them up and poke around.
