Up and down the horizon - a film by Sabrina Sarabi

“Up and down the horizon”

A film by

Sabrina Sarabi

Inspired by the short story "up and down on the horizon"

Dejan

The red and blue lights are flashing together and separately in a kaleidoscopic procession of madness. The club is packed as hell… a mass of dancing freaks undulating together like a jelly ocean of seafood… clotting themselves… superimposing parts of the body and the floating, immaterial, particles of drunkenness… mechanical sounds mixing with chemical blood…Tremendous rhythmic… the air is full of smell and different tastes… in a sour back throat disguises, the inner feelings come to an illusion by the outside craziness!  They keep drinking, moving, trying to get laid, to get as loose as they can… it’s the absolute grail. The never-ending process to reach instincts… to get rid of thoughts, to keep the mind away. He keeps his mouth tightly closed… the trap of ecstasy! The celebration turns into a skinless routine… a mindless escape from stability… in this place, during a few hours, they can get out of it… of this harmful system as they shout when the shacking stops for a little while. Thousands of bodies moving in a constant wave… extremely different and extremely the same…

The DJ might be finishing his set very soon… the bass are constantly getting louder and harder, the rhythm accelerates, people are in trance… forgetting their minds and throwing themselves with all the instinctive energy they can get… surfing on the pulse of music… dancing and floating like before birth, unconscious of the outside world… in the surge of movement, alive like every time they escape… breathing the essence of Dionysus in the twenty first century… becoming mutating machines… superimposing bodies in an experimental direction… A huge screen is projecting videos on stage… robots dancing underwater… albino rabbits fucking together… bombings and politics images… a Japanese porn animation movie… Arthur Rimbaud’s face… bits of Citizen Cane and 1984… every image erases the other… they jerk very quickly…. And all of a sudden, the music stops at it’s absolute peak of power… a nice trip-hop sound starts, mixed with a soul song, Aretha maybe… lights turn on again… they’re doing a little break before the headliner, the last dj-set of the night… and now the first dj is doing transition, mixing old song… Joy Division with Dj Shadow, Led Zeppelin with Prodigy… He’s happy that the stroboscopic light and the scary images stopped…

-         Hey, it’s mankind… hey it’s awkward…

-         What a hell?

-         Sorry, nothing… did you like it?

What is real at the moment?

Anyway…anyhow? How can he be like that? So far away from everyday communication, from everything anyway…

very far from the matter,

dislocated by the everyday life’s wounds…

a muddy face, not muddy anyway… it looks like it, but from his point of view… and his point of view is distanced from the view he should have…

another way of focusing it… another way of writing about it…

He feels like he’s in a movie… just watching his own body acting in someone else’s story… he never knew much about narrative construction or script writing… scenes are superimposing one after the other… fragments of fictions in the shadow of reality! 

www.upanddownthehorizon.com

Dejan - 2010