Thursday, January 6, 2011

How To Tighten Sew In Weave

on "Le Quattro Volte" by Michelangelo Frammartino.

D years as part of Waterbed - it is, you have already guessed, a fair exchange: you come home, I'm with you - , ; initiative on dozens of blogs every first Friday of each month, during the weekend invite a U-chronic " while splashing welcomes notch (skull screen) Piero Cohen-Hadria .
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Monica and Michelangelo , and Federico Guilet, Fanny and Francis, Catherine and Marcello, Christa and Sam - my friends - Stéphane Claude and so many other couples, so many other films, Gena and John, Sharon and Roman Anny and Bernard, many others " ; time "too.
Here, we only see four: the goat, goat, tree and wood.


Four times in life death. In life and death.
transformations, passages, certainly not ends or goals.
Not that love is so short of this film, or that humanity would take place, or that the bed scenes ... It is bed as man-woman-dies. Snails that are dropping a stone that serves as a brake on a truck than a dog (a dog, the star of a clip of four panoramic 180-degree dive, he called Bouk apparently il) is tumbling over a fence that will release the goats, while men erect, in the distance, which represents a cross, mime or monkeys, I do not know, a fact of history, probably, perhaps, perhaps (22 taken, "said Michelangelo Frammartino, Director). At the beginning of this plan, two Legionnaires in purple dress outside the small truck (which is used in normal times, to deliver charcoal to the inhabitants of this small village, where lived, so the pastor-goatherd who, during the plan probably, probably, going from life to death).


No, there is love: that of men for the animals, for nature, for these transformations are only life itself. Or death. Pictures, no dialogue, time, finally here, time to think about our condition, in that their beautiful Calabria.


The time that passes, the dust that heals, the tree that shades to build again, the man who climbs The hardness of the existence and skies, the smoke, harvest, birth and undergrowth, all of which indicate that no, never, nowhere, love (or death), part of our nature, never, nowhere, nobody will succeed in the ( la) to silence. This, this is not said, it just showed.


text / images: Pierre Cohen-Hadria


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