Fellini, Kurosawa, and Bunuel move in the same field as Tarkovsky. Antonioni was on his way, but expired, suffocated by his own tediousness.
Why not say it? I'm bursting out of my cocoon. It was all too nice in the past - it never knocked anyone out. But last year. . . my first opening night at the Met - I looked out and heard all that cheering. . . for me. . . And I loved it.