She cares for senior citizens at home for five euros an hour. At their bedsides the ticking clock counts down the working day and falters frighteningly when death comes.
Between coming and going time feels leaden – a half-life in the light and dark contrasts of a linocut. The narrating voice’s mother cares for seniors in their homes for five euros an hour. At their bedsides the ticking clock counts down the working day, caught between the frightening sounds of the heavy breathing that comes with impending death and the roar of promises made by television. The dying are mother’s livelihood.
A garishly colourful political rap video from Italy. Politics, business and daily life are poisoned by the influence of Mafia and Camorra. Fight da faida! Fight blood vengeance!
A garishly coloured and driving video for a 1992 single by the Italian rapper Frankie hi-nrg mc. It’s about how the Mafia and Camorra poison politics, business and everyday life. This incandescent complaint from a “civil war” turns into an appeal: immunize yourself against the seductions of a deathly lifestyle! Fight da faida: Fight the apparent inevitability of blood vengeance!
A portrait steeped in colours and music of a young singer quivering with life, her dedication to the traditions of southern Italy and her attempt to break out. Freedom. Rhythm. Tragedy.
Enza, in her early twenties, is a singer and seeker studying the rhythms of life in Salento. She breathes music, collects old folksongs and thus connects the people, the present and the past. Rooted in Tarantism and in the tradition of the healers she uses singing as a means to fight alienation. Her portrait is a cinematic legacy vibrating with intensity. It reveals the thin line walked by those who refuse to be satisfied with relative freedom.
In search of the cat Leo a boy roams through sunny, crayon coloured fields. Drifting without a care is part of the last throes of childhood before it ends.
In search of the cat Leo a boy roams through sunny fields. Drifting without a care and digging up treasures in the mysterious darkness of the barn are the last throes of childhood before it ends. The crayon colours of this summer are overlaid with the whispering and rustling of shelter – and a premonition. Mara Cerri and Magda Guidi sharpen our senses for the impressions of a confusing age.