Since the beginning of film, two equally vital strands have animated it: the immersive fictional space constructed out of ‘reality’—as heralded by the Lumière Brothers’ The Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat Station (1896)—and the completely fantastical fictional space constructed with filmic sleight-of-hand—Georges Méliès’ The Trip to the Moon (1902) is perhaps its appropriate forebear. Across the history of fictional films, it’s perhaps the former stream (the Bazinian, after the great theorist of film, André Bazin) that has been most fertile. At least it’s the one I’ve most responded to, its ambition being nothing less than to reconstruct another total world from selected images of this partial one. It, for instance, gave rise to film noir, to Italian neorealism, to the New Wave, right now to the macabre realism of, say, Béla Tarr. The other strand, the one that cares less about physical space, about the ‘real world’, too, has developed into various forms of fantasy techniques, of VFX leading to the green screen and, now, virtual production.