beautiful!!!! need me a 16mm camera so bad

Delicate like a flower, warm like a blanket and full of beauty and good feelings. In just eight minutes Alice Rohrwacher is able to make us feels so much: what a gift.

empathy through a lens. if you cry four times in eight minutes it might be easier to just say you cried continuously, but each time i found myself welling up again, it felt so separate from the last. alice is one of my favorite filmmakers & hearing her voice guide us and introduce us, not unlike the way varda often did, felt so special.

This Covid short involves a filmmaker exploring her surroundings. Alice Rohrwarcher has been forced to stay at home in a rural community, isolated from people in an isolated setting. She therefore decides to use her camera to get to know her neighbours, reflecting how this period of isolation increased the local knowledge of most.

It’s a film about zooming in and finding the little things. It is all very known, and feels like a light version of the work Varda did so many years before. But, it’s pretty: the decaying film stock used (old equipment to capture the present being the film’s cleverest touch) speaks quietly about warped nostalgia and skewed perspectives. A pause on modernity and a time that felt like being stuck in the past - or lost in the present.

At eight minutes, little is found but enough is shown. A pleasant watch if relatively insignificant.

“ho pensato che posso avvicinarmi ai miei vicini di casa grazie al mio occhio magico, laddove il mio corpo non può”

i’m sure Agnès Varda is smiling right now, wherever she is. 🌻💛🌞

the sexual tension between me and buying my own 16mm camera

Wistful in eventide, persevering, empathy ricochets from frame to frame. A melange of idle thoughts that besiege in a loving repression, one of tenderness. Each grain saturates of trying colour, each image whispering in current nostalgia, remarked in it's perennial nature. A nexus of aesthetics, of people and reaction to phenomena, caught in liminal optics. An artefact to twilight times, solitary and melancholic as they were; but also to the tenacity of souls, the art of love and its dedication to feel.

I haven't seen a huge amount of "what I got up to in lockdown" films but this is the first one that I've found to be genuinely effective and moving.

Also a good film for both cat and dog people.

Alice Rohrwacher, my cottagecore queen

“my magic eye, reaching where my body can’t.”

Bellissimo, di fronte a queste visioni mi rendo conto di quanto sia amante della semplicità e di quanto quest’ultima possa trasmettermi la sua purezza: il contrasto armonioso tra gli alberi verdi e il cielo azzurro (che m’incanto sempre a guardare in questa stagione), i bambini che corrono nell’erba, il rapporto tra l’uomo e gli animali e una candida carezza al proprio cane, elementi che fanno parte di noi.
Ho in parte vissuto l’atmosfera del primo lockdown e di quando andavo anche io a fare delle semplici passeggiate vicino a casa in mezzo alla natura con la macchina fotografica in mano. E il fatto che siano state utilizzate una pellicola 16mm scaduta e una telecamera trovata in casa conferisce ulteriore fascino e intimità a questo cortometraggio (in cui ho intravisto anche un po’ di Agnès Varda).