Without Huillet, Straub is contemplating the void.
I sympathize with the film maker, love is creation, being deprived of it is a bleak and naked outlook.
Having lost Huillet, Straub offers dryness without empathy.
The magic is lost.
I sympathize with the film maker, love is creation, being deprived of it is a bleak and naked outlook.
Having lost Huillet, Straub offers dryness without empathy.
The magic is lost.