Up and down the horizon
a film by Sabrina Sarabi
with Ann-Kathrin Doerig and Wolfram Schorlemmer
musik by Felix Rosch
camera by Enno Endlicher
inspired by a short story by Dejan
International Première : Sao Paulo International Short Film Festival - 23-31 august 2012
Excerpt :
They walk together in a friendly
atmosphere, staggering a little in their approximate path… talking about
nothing… a persistent whistling is annoying their ears; it’s like if the basses
were continuing to knock their brain out! Constantly and painfully… Their
bodies are evolving together in a weird atmosphere… It looks like an apocalyptic
situation… The industrial part of the city seems dead at night… Metallic
bridges above them connecting two different kind of nothingness… a train goes
past in a terrific noise of steel and rotating machine… any idea of time and
space, of reality’s appearance are fading out and rebuilding at the same time…
once, maybe… a human civilization took place there… they feel like drunken archaeologists
digging through the ruins of an odd society… their undulating trajectories
drive them from one point to the other… rusty cars in pieces, piles of used
television, broken aerials, the ground is dusty and muddy, objects are spread
around; an old radio, some red and blue lined sport shoes, empty beers…
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It seems to be the biggest society’s
compost!
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Yeah or one of those Caspar Friedrich
painting where you can see an old church falling apart on itself… The disappearance
of God’s power… the system’s failure Mat speaks in a jerky way, between two hicks.
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Nothing lasts forever… we’re
ephemeral particles Mat…
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Maybe, we’re mad scientists from the
future, sent to observe the results of an oppressive an opulent society… look
what we left behind
Mat’s voice is very low, his teeth keep
shacking, he’s breathless, tired and excited at the same time…
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How well, is there some joint left?
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Here you are, take a drag Ann
As to prove their thoughts and
observation of collapsed history, a
huge and threatening iron dinosaur is looking at them as they stagger nearby…
Two opposite perceptions and systems are juxtaposing themselves… especially
with that morning blue metallic light with grey reflects. Obscured by the
brightness to come… walking from one place to the other, jumping around and
laughing… All of a sudden, Ann grabs a rusty rod and starts to annoy the dinosaur’s
sculpture… She’s digging into the reptile’s ass… Look Mat; I’m fucking history in the ass, don’t need a dick for that…
and she’s laughing her head off… Mat is jumping to encourage her; Fuck the skeleton, let’s accelerate the
fall! They’re feeling free and powerful… Ann is frantic as she’s enjoying
the instant’s consume… Her body is moving in easiness in the air and she’s
deeply concentrated on what she’s doing… Mat is like a child, running around
the sculpture, shouting his extravaganza as loud as he can…
Around them other staggering
silhouettes pass by and they always talk a few words to each other… like a
community signal or something… a call from the unknown, a gathering significant
figure… or just a sign to accentuate the feeling of being in the same boat… a
sinking boat anyway.
Dejan - 2010
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