As being the only species that tells stories. No, there are stories in the birdsong, the collective harmony is no doubt a narration of their physiological memory. In this sense we are one large flock, and our coherence is chanted through the fibers, as I watch Walter White arrive at the old Indian's house and know that all people who know this guy are affected by the same event that just transpired. Cinema is not dead, it has just shifted shape. Stories have gotten bigger - to the archlength of Homeric episodes. But the Gods are made invisible. So that they can be revealed only in acts.
This is good. A beginning of an epistemic space where coherent ethics no longer serves to captivate. Character study necessarily requires this psychoanalytical unraveling, of a man, a city, a football team, a crime outfit, an advertising agency or an undertaker family, so really, a film is never a truly comprehensive epistle.
All films were trailers.
I love those people who can commit to a story and finish it.