Two Germans in Bangkok, nightclubs, drugs, drug dealing, the idea of opening a restaurant; and then a theft, a woman and a gang of criminals who mastermind it all, a murder, the getaway. A screenwriter (Zerrumpelt Herz by Timm Kröger) directing his first film, Warwick, with a European’s gaze, plunges into the sticky atmosphere of a Far East which is inevitably (and magnificently) filtered by the memory of Hou Hsiao-Hsien, Yu Li-Wai and Wong Kar-Wai.
New York is about to be hit by a snowstorm. He wanders bitterly, between a love story which has ended and a job on Wall Street he has quit. She wanders disillusioned, with an old camera and, at home, a man she has to break up with. Their encounter is a possible love, frozen by the city in black and white and by the sense of the end which is looming over everything. Shot in film, looking at the Ground Zero of American cinema, between Amos Poe and the early Jarmusch.
The Siberian taiga is home to the Braguines, a family of hunters who are proud of their solitude. But freedom comes at a price: fear of others. And the family which lives on the opposite side of the river isn’t exactly like them… With savage and uncontrolled intensity, Cogitore makes a film which imperceptibly goes beyond the documentary approach, as though in a film by Konchalovsky.
Portugal’s economic crisis, a crumbling family: the father is unemployed, the mother is forced to work two jobs, their adolescent daughter is adrift. And all around them, suburban Lisbon, gigantic, scary. Villaverde’s definitive movie, an intimate and merciless - but deep down, also hopeful – analysis of the existential and material impasse of a civilization. The Tarkovski-like finale along the Tago river is extraordinary.
The barbarians loom during the night of the world and six refugees from modern times show up at a castle in search of the king’s protection. They will find the ghosts of their fears, the hopes of the spirit and an ancient Occitan text which evokes the monster and the hero destined to fight it. Eugène Green’s new movie, the result of a laboratory in Toulouse, makes art and life dialogue once again, in a fairytale about the relationship between fear and freedom in the contemporary world.
A return to 1861, to the creation of Italy, unified on top of the ashes of a South which has been colonized in the name of civilization and progress: Lavorato and D’Agostino weave a historical and imaginative plot which encompasses all the Souths of the world and the missed revolutions, the drifts of History and those of the perennial exoduses, part film archive and Brechtian scene, untruthful historiography and visual anthropology. Bold and passionate.
From the 2011 Arab spring up to today, Diane, a French woman of Tunisian origin, filmed everything: the enthusiasm back then, discussions with her father, her encounters with her boyfriend, the outbreak of her mental illness and her recovery in a psychiatric ward. Today, she remembers none of it. And she has used the images, the drawings and the texts she obsessively collected over time to “write” this passionate, painful and intense video-diary.
A solitary photographer wanders the streets of Chaitén, a Chilean city threatened by the volcano. The young man stays with a tobacconist and her elderly mother, and discreetly enters the two women’s lives, as he slowly finds the family he never had. Existential stratifications, straddling photography, documentary and fiction, for a tender and empathetic first film which calls to mind the cinema of Corso Salani.
The ballet audition which took him to Tbilisi has been postponed, the young man from the provinces is in need of money, so he offers up his body to the clandestine fighters, and to sex trysts with elderly men. But a soldier follows him like a guardian angel. Or like love… Vaguely Dostoevsky-like figures and powerfully low-res cinematography for a blazing first film, made by Koberidze, from Georgia but who studied in Berlin, with the improvised freedom of a refound Iosseliani.
Two young people traveling from Atlantic City to El Paso, a car and a gun, as though they were Bonnie & Clyde. Found footage and more, in the new work by the Belgian collective Leo Gabin (Crackup at the Race Riots). An instinctively post-Lynchian object, a clot of anxiety in the belly of contemporary America.