REPOST: I directed a movie in 2019 captured on an old super 8 film camera, creating an early 1900s aesthetic, and centered on the duality of Science and Faith, titled "Chapter 9." I worked closely with a very small group of artists (7 of us on the entire production) to bring these ideas to the screen. It was complete with all hand-painted title cards and an original musical score. The full film is just under 30 minutes in length and can be viewed at the link below for free. I hope you get a chance to see it and enjoi! πŸŽ₯
https://spectra.video/w/71ocorTnsbRQL5pRWUBKWW
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"And, near the god-machines, the slaves of the god-machines: the men who were as though crushed between machine companionability and machine solitude. They have no loads to carry: the machine carries the loads. They have not to lift and push: the machine lifts and pushes. They have nothing else to do but eternally one and the same thing, each in this place, each at his machine. Divided into periods of brief seconds, always the same clutch at the same second, at the same second. They have eyes, but they are blind but for one thing, the scale of the manometer. They have ears, but they are deaf but for one thing, the hiss of their machine. They watch and watch, having no thought but for one thing: should their watchfulness waver, then the machine awakens from its feigned sleep and begins to race, racing itself to pieces. And the machine, having neither head nor brain, with the tension of its watchfulness, sucks and sucks out the brain from the paralysed skull of its watchman, and does not stay, and sucks, and does not stay until a being is hanging to the sucked-out skull, no longer a man and not yet a machine, pumped dry, hollowed out, used up. And the machine which has sucked out and gulped down the spinal marrow and brain of the man and has wiped out the hollows in his skull with the soft, long tongue of its soft, long hissing, the machine gleams in its silver-velvet radiance, anointed with oil, beautiful, infallible - Baal and Moloch, Huitzilopochtli and Durgha. And you, father, you press your fingers upon the little blue metal plate near your right hand, and your great glorious, dreadful city of Metropolis roars out, proclaiming that she is hungry for fresh human marrow and human brain and then the living food rolls on, like a stream, into the machine-rooms, which are like temples, and that, just used, is thrown up...."

Thea von Harbou, 1925 (Harbou wrote the novel Metropolis, and then the screenplay for the Fritz Lang adaption. This is from the original novel.)

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