I just watched a documentary by Martin Scorcese.  A Personal Journey with Martin Scorsese Through American Movies. It’s written and directed by him. Three parts. Each part an hour. He simply explains film, and how it has affected him from the early years up until the burgeoning sixties. He stops at the point he came to exist in cinema. He speaks of the story-telling in film, the technical aspects of film. The fight between directors and studios. The wins and the losses. All of the advancements.  All of the magic.

Older film has rested on my shoulder like an annoying pecking middle aged dinosaur bird that i cannot deny, but have trouble acknowledging, because simply, like a dumb dog stuck in it’s owners yard. I cannot relate to the so called masters.  It’s good, real good.  Below are a few clips I captured from the documentary.  Such style.  Such eye patches.