An Israeli airstrike kills Ahmed Jabari, the leader of the Al Qassam Brigade. Amidst the chaos a young combatant gathers up flesh and an eye of Jabari in a cloth and takes them to the place where the body is being mourned. God willing, he will one day blow himself up in Israel so they will look like this too. At the same time Bissan, the daughter of the Palestinian journalist who is supervising the filming in Gaza, has three fingers blown off by shrapnel, and he fights for her to have surgery in Israel. The operation there is a success. The concept of OTS, a TV documentary series that has been a world-wide success is: Let the locals tell their stories.
We don’t need a road here. There are more and more poachers and they drive foreign snow vehicles, with a road we’d be robbed of everything. We used to have so many elks here, now there are none left. In an endless winter landscape men feel that they and their animals are threatened by our world, until one after another they leave it.
At first just 16 photos, dating from 1992, of a basically simple movement, combined in rhythmic variations. Each image is allocated to a note of a 12-tone scale, until the visual event of sitting down blends with the musical and becomes comical. Then blue sky, white clouds, black chairs and sensual entanglement in an earworm of a New Orleans tune and a 2D world of 25 frames per second, but full of rotation, reflection, refinement, time-lapse, pixilation, rotoscoping and illusion to the point of self-deception in this extended self-portrait that begins with a childhood photo from 20 years before the film, and ends with the drawing of an old man 20 years after it.
Wolves’ eyes shine in the night, surround you, seemingly multitudinous. War has many facets, abduction and displacement have opposite causes. Janina, born in eastern Poland, found herself in the Soviet Union after the German-Russian division of the country, was deported to Siberia at the age of ten and six years later to Stettin, which was now called Szczecin. This is where Annemarie lived, until Janina arrived, when she moved to the West with the Germans. Both women have ceased to weep. They have wept enough during their lives.
For a long time Jean-Gabriel Périot wanted to make a film about the Black Panther civil rights movement. But this was not possible until he met Boogers in Tours and heard his song “The Devil”, which, in the version of the time, faded into a Jeremiah Wright sermon. Périot’s footage loops of violence in a bar and on a sidewalk are not a video clip, they describe the relentlessness of racism. Wherever it reigns there will be not just one blow, kick or shot, but this will happen again and again, the moment a victim shows up in the “wrong” place, answers back or stands up for himself.