MovieSnob
A community to discuss, debate, and celebrate the history of cinema, emphasis on—but not exclusively—the groundbreaking, avant garde and experimental, with a healthy dose of irreverence instead of the usual navel-gazing that usually surrounds cineastic appreciation.
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Of course Kubrick's—and all cinema—is phony. One photographic image presented in a context external to itself immediately displays a skewed or phony representation. Multiply that by placing different additional images in time to the first (montage) and it's "phony all the way down."
That said, when has truth ever been an important factor in cinema, even for the Soviets at the time? In any case, both films are works of art.