Published in the Frankfurter Rundschau in 1995, Susan Sontag's essay flows like an ongoing stream of water. After all, 16 years ago she was writing of cinema as a decadent art. This was also her last published essay on cinema.
Susan Sontag in 1975. © Estate of Peter Hujar/The Paris Review
inema's 100 years seem to have the shape of a life cycle: an inevitable birth, the steady accumulation of glories and the onset in the last decade of an ignominious, irreversible decline. It's not that you can't look forward anymore to new films that you can admire. But such films not only have to be exceptions -- that's true of great achievements...