Beneath a single light globe. Beneath the moon. Lit by a single source. In dream, awake, and awake, in dream. In the layered strokes of a painting. In ‘Happy as Lazzaro’, beautiful and sad. A wolf came close, and nuzzled the rarity of a good man. “Human beings are beasts”, informed the Marchesa Alfonsina de Luna, the queen of cigarettes, from her position of power, and she was right: everybody exploits somebody who in turn exploits somebody, and down the line it goes. A good person is a rare thing. In fable's truism. In life, where a hospitable offering of pastries can be snatched by the intended recipients; where people are enslaved and receive dust for their toil. Lazzaro remains because Lazzaro is, a symbol of hope, “a way of being” (Alice Rohrwacher). Timeless, beneath the moon. Howl. The music has gone from where it ought to reside.
#MIFF2018 Day 13
(Shown in order, after ‘Happy as Lazzaro’)
Film 39, A LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT (Roya Sadat)
Film 40, HAPPY AS LAZZARO (Alice Rohrwacher)
Film 41, TRANSIT (Christian Petzold)