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Marjolaine 2022-06-19 16:19:16

If I had to describe the importance of this film in one sentence, it would be:

The greatest genius of the day movie, almost the only movie made in the second half of his life.

He combined his career, the life of a prodigal son, his artistic creation, the fake world, and the show, all in one...

. You don't even dare to say that it must be a documentary. He has created a new style, both true and false, but it can teach us a lot of things.

I'm still amazed by the statements of the fake painters who express with coarse textures. attracted.

How to judge true and false, this question fills every corner of the world, so it has cosmic significance.

Enjoy it!

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F for Fake quotes

  • Clifford Irving: I've known Elmyr for about eight years. We met when I was broke. When I was writing fiction. I wasn't selling it very well.

    Orson Welles: His fiction didn't sell. Elmyr's biographer's a highly gifted writer. Does it say something for this age of ours that he could only make it big by fakery?

    Elmyr de Hory: Le grande surprise!

    Orson Welles: Cliff Irving's caper may well be the hoax of the century, but, really, this is not, you know, in any way the century of the hoax. We hanky-panky men have always been with you.

    Elmyr de Hory: That's a fact.

    Orson Welles: What's new?

    Clifford Irving: The experts.

    Elmyr de Hory: The so-called experts...

    Orson Welles: Experts are the new oracles.

    Elmyr de Hory: - are greatly pretentious...

    Orson Welles: They speak to us with the absolute authority of the computer.

    Elmyr de Hory: - pretend to know something what they only know very superficially.

    Orson Welles: And we bow down before them. They're God's own gift to the faker.

    Clifford Irving: All the world loves to see the experts and the establishment made a fool of.

  • Orson Welles: With your permission, a bit of verse by Kipling: When first the flush of a new-born sun fell on the green and gold / Our father Adam sat under the tree and scratched with a stick in the mold / And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart / Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, 'It's pretty, but is it Art?'