Amelia, Gemma, Johnny
Among the Competiting films, one documentary seems
to draw its originality from both form and substance :
the island in me
The title could have put us on the way.
And as the atmospheres are strong, as the Oceanic rhythm of the images transports us,
we let ourselves be led without thinking about it further.
The impregnation, the suggestion, this delicacy to approach the situation is it not triply feminine?
don't we owe it to these 3 authors in their field – Amelia, Johnny, Gemma – who come together
to combine their impression?
The island, this entity...
As much as we had entered this world of fluctuations where everything operates and is resolved
in fluidity: where the aqueous element bathes bodies and places, where the memory of water
soothes, the size of the island seems to gain volume continuously.
The perception of the island seems to oscillate between protection and domination...
Can we oppose it? Impossible.
She is a refuge, but also a master: She imposes her law on us.
Why ?
Because it holds the secret of ancestral habits and obligations.
The owner of the soul of the place.
The island constantly starting over...
The road is long... and cruel.
The descent itself, difficult. She does not erase the sorrows
And does not rebuild anything on the dross of the past.
The Island and us...
Mother nature, in all her power. It impresses, overwhelms us, engulfs us in its power.
Benevolent, she presides over our transformation as she did at our birth.
Just like for a cyclone, it is up to us to know how to adapt and not the other way around.
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Caught up but alive. Crushed but alive...
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a paper from Monak
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