everyday drifters
TRANSCRIPT
Everyday Drifters
Mihaela Brebenel
The space of the screen in the black box where we are all sat is divided into
time slots. A series of short films is about to be screened for the press. It is the second
in the Berlinale Shorts competition.
Before entering, we have all drifted between several black boxes, between
cinema seats of burgundy or violet velours, around food stalls in the Postdamer Platz
Arkade. We are now seated, about to experience the drift anew whilst bodily
restrained in the comfortable seats, gaze forward, curiosity sharpened.
This new drift is contrasting our stillness, uncomfortable and hard to stomach
in one go. It is not scenes of horror that create this visce-reality, nor experimental
camera movement that swirls and shakes the image. It is the restlessness of the
moving images, the rhythm of montage and the rhythm of affects drifting alongside.
In actuality, not even alongside as that implies a separation is still in place, but
intimately close, in synchronized breathing and pacing up aimlessly.
The inner rhythm of the moving images experiences this intimacy with the
characters, the rhythm of the characters' affects experiences this intimacy with the
often closed spaces where the film is set and these rhythms together birth an intimacy
of the spectators with the films. This is the common grounds where the inner driftings
of Back by 6, 15 Iulie or La Ducha meet and form that sense of an unknown body that
Deleuze believed cinema has the ability to create. In the case of the above-mentioned
films, this body is created mainly by an affective drift. Back by 6 has its characters'
bodies experience a physical and emotional derive, leaving their affects visible to thespectators' gaze, welcoming the strange and the random encounters, creating an
altogether sense of familiarity and awkwardness. Investigating the everyday with a
curiosity we can easily identify with and finding small spaces as secret doors to new
dimensions of the concrete, this film's inner rhythm carries us through moments of exaltation and utter sadness. And as it happens in real life, our emotional derive finds
us at times wondering how was it that we reached that point. And then, everything
that at some point was naturally familiar becomes surreal, fermenting with our stirred
emotions, just like one of the characters finds himself more agoraphobic on a streetsuddenly populated than he was when it was completely deserted.
The space closing on one's emotions, suffocating one's sense of normality is at
its best depicted by Cristi Iftime in 15 Iulie, a journey inside a family's affective
worlds, a drift between rejection and closeness, offering a sharp sense of empathywith the struggle of a girl to create bridges and bondage in the constant emotional
rejection that is her relationship with her father. Shot in a small apartment, the short
film manages to escape into the unspeakable cracks of a damaged affective state, the
drift comes here from within, and it surfaces in the extended spaces of this apartment,
like emotional waves hitting the walls and retaliating with increased power due to the
lack of response. This drift is strange; it is extremely uncomfortable, leaving the
viewer part of the scene and a powerless bystander at the same time.
With La Ducha, we find ourselves present in another closed space, between
the intimate walls of a gay couple's bathroom. But here, the waves have already
smashed into the walls, the storm was there and we are opened to the images of
emotional shores being washed already by pain and drama. The couple is broken, the
negotiations over emotions and possessions are over but they are both still drifting,
suspended in this space that used to be a shared intimacy and the reclaiming of their
own paths. The cat stands as living battleground, it remains the only open affective
drift that can bring them together and make the separation complete. Negotiations
over who gets to keep the cat become the last possibility to escape this suffocating
space, a buffer zone between the necessity to claim an emotional despair and simulate
a sense of normality in the everyday.
As viewers, we drift inside these stories, drift out of them with each turning on
of cinema lights, falling in and out of love with their passages, joining them
emphatically and detaching ourselves rationally once the projection diminishes into
complete darkness. It is an affective jouissance to be able to step close to the moving
images and dance with them, then drift away and birth them anew by drifting through
words about them.