#shoot!

Here they feel as though they were in exile. In exile not only from the stage but also, in a sense, from themselves. Because their action, the live action of their live bodies, there, on the screen of the cinematograph, no longer exists; it is their image alone, caught in a moment, in a gesture, an expression, that flickers and disappears. They are confusedly aware, with a maddening, indefinable sense of emptiness, that their bodies are so to speak substracted, suppressed, deprived of their reality, of breath, of voice, of the sound that they make in moving about, to become only a dumb image which quivers for a moment on the screen and disappears, in silence, in an instant, like an unsubstantial phantom, the play of illusion upon a dingy sheet of cloth.