And then nobody recognised him. He had not made films in years, and I was not only Marcel Marceau the mime, but a new generation. When I kissed his hand, he thought about time, that he had no more life before him. It cannot have escaped Marceau's attention that on March 18th he will turn 78, Chaplin's age when they met. Today, mime students from 20 countries represent a continuation of the art form to which he has devoted his life, yet the fear that mime could be lost, that he could be forgotten, constantly recurs.
Films deal with reality.
You can go back to them. Nothing enrages Marceau more than to hear it said that mime is old-fashioned. An art form is not a fad. But we have to be very careful to keep the power of the classical form which is beyond time. Maybe, one day debout like a tree.