It got extremely busy in rome, I was on the jury of the international docs so everytime i had a second I was forced into the darkness of the theaters. My film screens tomorrow but today i go to see some of the films in the panorama section, but first it's a tv interview for nessuno TV which is broadcast on Sky Channel. Allesa, a very beautiful woman interviewed me half in Italian half in English. I am now pregnant with another language, I understand the questions in Italian but answer in english, I guess it makes for good TV. The cinema farnese is located on the northern edge of the Campo Di Fiori, and there doesn't seem to be any NUICANCE laws that have destroyed the character of our fine city, SALT LAKE city, no known as New York. So we drink and smoke joints like teenagers in this ancient square, where the witches of old were publicly burned.
I met my new best friend, Wael Noureddine, he was stooped on the campo di fiori, "fuck films, lets drink beer" of course I immediately joined him by purchasing some local peronis. He's a lebanese film maker living in Paris and his film plays tonight, we get smoke from Massimo and I decide to head over to the other cinema, Cinma Trevi to watch his film, as well as dutch cocaine factory, by the dutch film maker jeanette Groenendaal, Fabio accompanies us, the first film was well made, but a little too decadent for my taste, a portrait of a man who spent his years in a cocaine haze, this was followed by wael's film, JULY TRIP, which was about a trip he took in July, 2006 to his hometown Beirut, and this was one of the best films I have seen all year.
It was the end of Cinema, no fucking words, just brutal images, and in stark contrast to the dutch film, every night he gets fucked up, crack, heroin, whiskey. He has no other choice, the images are shocking, there's no dialogue, there's no sense of elegant structure, there is no structure, except the use of french pop house music over images of the press fighting with each other to take photos of the blackened dead of the isreali air raids. This is Beirut, and then he goes south, but now there is no press, they don't leaving Beirut. And it's just ripped and torn tracking shots of the destruction as he goes further into the inferno of lebanon. The only dialogue in the film comes from the radio, a speech by the hezbolla commander, untranslated, which he shoots while driving in his rental car, and a speech by the israelies condemning the terrorist of lebanon. The piece ends [it's beyond film] with him and another guy searching for the living in a destroyed village, "is anybody here" in Arabic, the sound of their footsteps through destruction, they find an old man who's blind hiding in a basement the french pop house music returns, the piece is over, [60 min. long] We walk through the tourist enhanced trevi fountain streets back to the cinema farnese, joined by florence fradelizi, a tuff french gal [another jury member] we buy beer and drink rapidly, one needs to get fucked up after that film.
ciao bonerese
NOTE: this was taken from my notebook, the rest will all be memory.
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