Jaco Van Dormael
I remember when the television arrived in the house. I think I was something like five years old, something like that; black and white with one channel. I was living in Germany, so it was Indians — Winnetou speaking in German, in black and white, and I remember my mother explaining me, when you film it straight enough, so that you film something, it means the guy’s looking at that, something like that.1 When you’re looking through the eyes, and then through something he’s looking, and then there’s something else, that means he’s looking at what you see. And I remember, at the beginning it was very confusing, the sort of language that is very easy, but I remember that I was fascinated by just images that were in movement in the black and white, and yeah.