We are now moving through a very bleak period in human history - where the convergence of postmodernist cynicism (eliminating humanistic and critical thinking from the education system), sheer greed engendered by the consumer society sweeping many people under its wing, human, economic and environmental catastrophe in the form of globalisation, massively increased suffering and exploitation of the people of the so-called Third World, as well as the mind-numbing conformity and standardization caused by the systematic audiovisualization of the planet have synergistically created a world where ethics, morality, human collectivity, and commitment (except to opportunism) are considered old fashioned. Where excess and economic exploitation have become the norm - to be taught even to children. In such a world as this, what happened in Paris in the spring of 1871 represented (and still represents) the idea of commitment to a struggle for a better world, and of the need for some form of collective social Utopia - which WE now need as desperately as dying people need plasma. The notion of a film showing this commitment was thus born.
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We are now moving through a very bleak period in human history - where the convergence of postmodernist cynicism (eliminating humanistic and critical thinking from the education system), sheer greed engendered by the consumer society sweeping many people under its wing, human, economic and environmental catastrophe in the form of globalisation, massively increased suffering and exploitation of the people of the so-called Third World, as well as the mind-numbing conformity and standardization caused by the systematic audiovisualization of the planet have synergistically created a world where ethics, morality, human collectivity, and commitment (except to opportunism) are considered old fashioned. Where excess and economic exploitation have become the norm - to be taught even to children. In such a world as this, what happened in Paris in the spring of 1871 represented (and still represents) the idea of commitment to a struggle for a better world, and of the need for some form of collective social Utopia - which WE now need as desperately as dying people need plasma. The notion of a film showing this commitment was thus born.
UntitledFirst and Second part. the story of Rebond dates back to January 8, 2000, when some fifty “actors” and film technicians came together to organise the first weekend of experimentation at the Maison Populaire in Montreuil, on March 11 and 12, under the title "Rebound - media et immediat”.
At the height of the Vietnam war, with the media drumming up the war and patriotism, Cassius Clay took the name Mohammed Ali and refused to go to war or to participate in propaganda activities. He paid the price of being stripped of his world heavyweight title and faced a prison sentence. “No, I am not going 10,000 miles to help murder, kill and burn other people to simply help continue the domination of white slavemasters over dark people the world over."
Untitled"EDVARD MUNCH is the most personal film I have ever made. Its genesis lies in a visit to the Edvard Munch Museum in Oslo, in 1968, during the time of a screening of several of my films by the Oslo University. I was awestruck by the strength of Munch’s canvases, especially those depicting the sad life of his family, and was very moved by the artist’s directness - with the people in his canvases looking straight at us. I also felt a personal affinity with his linking of past and present, e.g., in the large painting showing the anguish of his family as his sister Sophie is dying: the artist and his brothers and sisters are depicted as adults -as they were in the 1890s when he painted this scene - even though the event had taken place ca. 20 years earlier. On another occasion, I was also very moved by Munch’s masterpiece Death of a Child, hanging in the National Gallery in Oslo; in this painting the artist is broken, and has, in an almost desperate frenzy, blurred the form of his earlier depiction of Sophie’s death. This painting, in its time, was attacked as being “incomplete” - a charge which branded certain of his other works as well". Peter Watkins
UntitledCRA'P - pràctiques de creació i recerca artística ( creation practices and artistic research )
4th November from 7:30pm to 9:30pm
• “Le jour a vaincu la nuit” by Jean-Gabriel Périot , 28’ (France) (2013). VO. French. Subtitles in Spanish.
Eight portraits, eight dreams, eight escapes.
• “Solitude at the end of the World” by Carlos Casas, 52’ (Argentina) (2002). VO. Spanish.
In one of the least populated regions of the world, a few men lead lives in total solitude, spending months and months alone. This documentary tells the story of three of these men. Isolated from the world for different reasons, they survive in a suspended time of their own in one of the harshest environments of the world.
• “How to be a recluse” by Laurel Swenson, 4’ (Canada) (1998). VO. English. Subtitles in Spanish.
A series of ‘advices’ on how to gain independence and control in the face of the difficulties implicit in human relationships
Limited places, early booking: info@cra-p.org / 666 763 504
CRA'P - pràctiques de creació i recerca artística ( creation practices and artistic research )
Anselm Clavé 67, 3r - 08100 Mollet del Vallès - Barcelona
CRA'P - pràctiques de creació i recerca artística
25 March from 19:30h to 21:30h
• “Les Dormants“ by Pierre-Yves Vanderweerd , 65’ (Belgium) (2009). VO. French. Subtitles in Spanish.
The four stories in this film transports us from Belgium to the banks of the Senegal River, from the French Ardennes to the mountains of the Western Sahara.
What they have in common is that they lead us to meet the sleepers. Men and women moving between two worlds, that of the absent and that of the living, between two states, that of awake and that of sleep.
In each of these stories lies a mystery free from all belief, all philosophy, all attempts at explanation. A mystery capable of re-enchanting the reality.
• “La vida en armonia” by Toni Serra *) Abu Ali, 15’ (Morocco) (2018). VO. Arabic. Subtitles in Spanish.
A conversation with a woman who washes and massages the women who go to the hammam (public baths), helps bring the neighbourhood children into the world, and to wash the dead.
Limited places, early booking: info@cra-p.org / 666 763 504
CRA'P - pràctiques de creació i recerca artística ( creation practices and artistic research )
Anselm Clavé 67, 3r - 08100 Mollet del Vallès
Happy Birthday to the National Front! For a long time, driven by the need to establish a dialogue around the Algerian War, René Vautier recorded the testimonies of Algerian independence activists, French conscripts and reservists, generals of the French army, historians... Thus, Mohamed Moulay, Ali Rouchaï, Mohamed Loulli, Germaine Tillion, Paul Teitgen, Pierre Vidal-Naquet, Colonel Antoine Argoud, General de Bollardière, and General Jacques Massu, among others, gave their testimony before Vautier’s camera. A documentary long unseen that reminds us where the National Front comes from, which changed its name and gained some respectability after Jean-Marie Le Pen’s leadership. Warning: The film is a rescued copy. The technical quality is degraded, but that is only a detail... The Man with Bloody Hands (by René Vautier) I had embarked on a historical project: recording on video tapes the “memories” of witnesses of the Algerian War, so that one day young students from France and Algeria could write together, in images, a common history of the relations between the two peoples. I was told about a man, in Saint-Eugène, who, despite having been tortured, had trouble asserting his pension rights because he had never been a member of the FLN. I interviewed him somewhat by chance: he told me about his tortures, and how, between sessions of “gégène” (electric torture) and “bathtub” (immersion torture), his torturers had pushed his thumbs into his eye sockets: “as if they wanted to make my eyes pop out.” Then I did what I always did: showed him a series of photos of paratrooper officers, to ask if he recognized his torturers. Very dignifiedly, he told me he could no longer see... but he added: “I have a paper from Mr. Mayor (the mayor of Algiers at the time was Jacques Chevalier, former Minister of Defense under Mendès-France) where the name of the paratrooper lieutenant is written.” That’s how I saw that the name he couldn’t read — he had gone blind due to the tortures — was that of Lieutenant Le Pen. I had Jacques Chevalier’s signature authenticated by his family members and people who had worked with him; I checked documents from the time — there was no doubt. Apparently, there is a law in France forbidding the use of testimonies about atrocities committed during the Algerian War. Let’s not be ridiculous: Austrians are suspected of putting at the head of their republic a man accused of having “covered up” tortures, and yet we should hide from the French documents that the whole world will feast on during the presidential elections? Because no law can prevent the whole world — except France! — from knowing that we will have a candidate not only with delirious statements but with bloody hands. This article was published in L’Humanité on September 29, 1987.