A breezy and smitten love letter to the enchantment and zaniness, joy and sorrow of filmmaking, a celebration of cinephiles' everlasting love affairs with cinema.
“ ……We're the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you'll come and carry me out into the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on the earth without maps. The lamp has gone ou