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“[W]hile devices cannot replace imagination, they can certainly influence it and even mould it. Devices are there for the artists to use if they so wish. With them they can say new things in a new way, or even old things in a new way. Or, if they choose, they can ignore the devices and say new things in an old way, or old things in an old way.”

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Satyajit Ray on Cinema

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Satyajit Ray

Satyajit Ray was an influential Indian filmmaker, often referred to as the 'Father of Indian Cinema'. His films are known for their profound social commentary and unique artistic style, which have had a lasting impact on both Indian and world cinema. more

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