I have written a few theoretical texts. Not too many, that’s dangerous. Metz, Deleuze, Benjamin and Debord committed suicide. Maybe they discovered that theory takes you nowhere and the shock was too rude (not to mention Althusser).

In this regard, great critics die young. Delluc, Canudo, Auriol, Agee, Bazin, Truffaut, Straram, Daney. Seeing too many films eats you up.

I’m still there, which is proof that I’m not a great critic.

This theory holds good only for good critics. Charensol was almost hundred when he died.


[From Luc Moullet’s Piges choisies (2009, Capricci). See Table of Contents]