Andrés Di Tella
The director of Montoneros, a history (1995), television, and I (2003) and Photographs (2007), among others, has here on his new, hack, which can be seen in the Malba and Film Gaumont. 09 de agosto del 2011
Andrés Di Tella, the director of Montoneros, a history (1995), television, and I (2003) and Photographs (2007), among others, has here on his new, hack, which can be seen in the Malba and Film Gaumont.
His first book, hack, published simultaneously with the film premiere in August 2011.
A man has all his work, which is all his life in an old leather suitcase bought in India on a train that goes to General Rodriguez Moreno, the western suburb of Buenos Aires. They are the original films, all in Super 8, an obsolete format, in the process of
extinction, which does not allow copies. This bag is like the manuscript of his autobiography. Claudio is Caldini, caregiver fifth of the suburbs, filmmaker secret.
Very few have seen his movies. They can only be seen when he projects them, sometimes three or more projectors handling simultaneous cutting and pasting the old super 8 films at the time, sweating, almost in a trance, in a session of "live cinema" that has something
ceremony. In the film there are images that Caldini see the world - and the possibilities of the cinema, otherwise. They question what it is and when there is what we call "cinema".
Caldini makes movies alone, without money, without anyone. Tie the camera to a rope and rolled her over his head, painted or perforates the film, the camera mounted on a bicycle, shooting shadows, create animations with the light coming through a window, it extends the possibilities of cinema to make impossible. In the strange images that comes shooting four decades ago stands his autobiography. A cinematic experiment that is both an experiment in life.
Talking Caldini is also talk about my own relationship with cinema. The first time I was in a film or something like that was when I was still in school. It was a performance in which the artist Marta Minujín, a friend of my mother was buried alive. I pulled the ground, shot in super 8 Caldini. At that time, Argentina anonymous bodies were buried every day. Do not see him again for many years. Find it again after so long I was to rediscover a lost part of my life.
Train Man sleeps, perhaps dreams. In your dreams, put everything at risk. Experienced to the fullest extent of the break 70. He survived the military dictatorship in a garden enclosed. He escaped to India after a utopia and lost almost everything, even reason. He was expelled from the ashram, interned in an asylum. Back in Buenos Aires, was on the street. During a decade of wandering, had 36 temporary homes and left the cinema. In recent years, made landfall as a caretaker of one fifth of Buenos Aires. They live humbly. Between plants and silence, manual work, in contemplation, he thought about the movies. Once again, armed with a borrowed camera and three rolls of film, returns to the ring.