UNFINISHED FILM
Open Frame Award
A girl talks on the telephone, a car drives by, a young man falls into an epileptic fit, a tram slowly turns at a crossroads, a panorama of a city at night moves from left to right. In this film, there is no classical narrative, as if it was assembled from random scenes, which have no clear links between them. We never find out where the characters are going, what their aims are, but we see how an implicit feeling of alarm is hidden behind all their simple actions and movements. A re-enactment of everyday life in the noughties.
A girl talks on the telephone, a car drives by, a young man falls into an epileptic fit, a tram slowly turns at a crossroads, a panorama of a city at night moves from left to right. In this film, there is no classical narrative, as if it was assembled from random scenes, which have no clear links between them. We never find out where the characters are going, what their aims are, but we see how an implicit feeling of alarm is hidden behind all their simple actions and movements. A re-enactment of everyday life in the noughties.
