Among the things discussed tonight...
-Eisenstein's exploratory trip. Pudovkin insisting he disagreed with Eisenstein, until he magically didn't anymore. Possibly Eisenstein tracked him down, and traded sex for a shout out. I might have, in a film theory induced haze, agreed to write fanfic about this.
-Munsterberg's opinion that film is entertainment, but only if it's boring. Or as Misha put it, in a slight modification of my own quote, "Like watching a dead zebra die."
-Vertov is crazy. His camera is his soul. And his bedpartner. Somewhere in Russia there is a cemetary devoted to his cameras.
-Sigfried Kracauer is on crack. As evidenced by the name.
-Johnny Depp is the scene and Christian Bale is the spectator *ahem* drawing in and then out. I started with Sam and Dean, but this metaphor didn't work for Misha. Although Rene Claire and Dali probably would've liked the incest. And Eisenstein might want to drag them on another exploratory trip.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW. YOU READ THIS STUFF FOR A SHORT TIME, AND YOU MIGHT START RUNNING AROUND WITH YOUR PANTIES ON YOUR HEAD, CHUCKING SKITTLES AT PEOPLE TOO.