Self Portrait, or: Nothing Left Behind the Lens.
Lisbon, Portugal. February 27, 2014. Thanks to the colors in my hotel room loo, I feel strangely at home.
One day I got so tired of being asked which film is “the best.” Since I had been to film school, and still dreamed of making films while working as a photographer (among other things), I guess the logic was that I should know. The question is, of course, nonsense, and so is the thought that I would know better than anyone else, but I felt it would be good to have a quick standard answer to it. So I decided to say Kubrick’s ‘Dr. Strangelove.’ Still do.
Best film ever? ‘Dr. Strangelove’ of course.