Behind-the-scenes of Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey in 1968.
That thing where we leave real action and drama and incident tastefully offscreen, can we stop considering that tasteful yet? Or that other thing where characters who should/would confront one another over the shit they have between them, instead just have long, quiet awkward moments when they do meet up onscreen that are pretty much meaningless because all the other moments in the movie are also long, quiet and awkward—can we quit with that too? And maybe could we call that a cliche just like we do the distasteful, melodramatic cliches that this somewhat newer cliche replaced? And that other thing where we basically infuse every frame with our desperate worry about whether the tasteful people will like it, can we just freaking stop? And for good measure, let’s tell the tasteful people they can suck it, because they don’t know how to party.
"We shall hear the angels. We shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds."
Text: Anton Chekhov, Uncle Vanya … Image: Paul Verhoeven, Robocop