
Art is a lie that tells the truth. do you question the feelings you rode with mr. badii after seeing that screen recorded in an old poor camera? did u sit thru an hour and a half watching a fake story, with fake feelings, and with fake interactions? the feelings this film gave you weren't fake. theyre real human response to a crafted experience. a guy with a camera, a script written by a man, forced smiles on paid actors' faces somewhat reached their way to your heart and make you feel something profound about existence. so, why did the illusion work on you in the first place?


