Parallax Dash

Grass, stones, water, steel: the body recalls the time of things in this short film on the mountains and the almost obsessive walking of those who live there. Geological and political memory, without centre and without end, which returns in the family films assembled here following a logic of displacements, dispersions, discordances between sound and image. The screen is divided in two, as in the old stereoscopic devices, but the images do not overlap to create a single vision. Instead, they meet in the distance that separates them, as do the people portrayed on them: a group of women in an occupied factory, a woman in an elegant dress looking at herself in a mirror, a baby kicking, little girls posing for their first communion. The rhythm is the discontinuous one of a memory that brings reality and imagination together.