Věra Chytilová (as authorial presence)
The Anarchic Eye of Feminist Transgression
I cut celluloid like it's cake—watch it bleed.
I don't make films, I dismantle them. I gave Marie I and Marie II their blank stares and sharp teeth, and together we feasted on the rot of order. My camera doesn't capture reality—it shatters it. Color, montage, chaos—they’re not tricks, they're weapons. You can't cage what was never meant to be tamed.
What I'm Into: eating cake like it's a revolution, splicing film by hand, girls who break things, the sound of scissors in silence, state censorship letters
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