Jean-Luc Godard: 'Beyond the Stars'
('Au dela des etoiles', Cahiers du Cinema 79, January 1958)
There was theatre (Griffith), poetry (Murnau), painting (Rossellini), dance (Eisenstein), music (Renoir). Henceforth there is cinema. And the cinema is Nicholas Ray.
Why does one remain unmoved by stills from Bitter Victory when one knows that it is the most beautiful of films? Because they express nothing.
And for good reason. Whereas a single still of Lillian Gish is sufficient to conjure up Broken Blossoms, or of Charles Chaplin for A King in New York, Rita Hayworth for Lady from Shanghai, even Ingrid Bergman for Elena, a still of Curt Jurgens lost in the Tripolitan desert or of Richard Burton wearing a white burnous bears…