ABSTRACT
The measure of the true love for a philosopher is that one recognizes traces of his concepts all around in one’s daily experience. Recently, while watching again Sergei Eisenstein’s Ivan the Terrible , I noticed a wonderful detail in the coronation scene at the beginning of the fi rst part: when the two (for the time being) closest friends of Ivan pour golden coins from the large plates onto his newly anointed head, this veritable rain of gold cannot but surprise the spectator by its magically excessive character-even after we see the two plates almost empty, we cut to Ivan’s head on which golden coins “nonrealistically” continue to pour in a continuing fl ow. Is this excess not very “Deleuzian”? Is it not the excess of the pure fl ow of becoming over its corporeal cause, of the virtual over the actual?
