Maybe it is just that I’ve watched too much TV. I get confused, is it a memory or only something I have seen in a movie. Every picture has a trajectory: How did we come here, where does this lead? Does the hero get the girl? Most will be dead at the end of the movie. So will we.
We’re looking for clues in these pictures: Do they give the future away? When a gun is placed on a table in the first act, it will be fired in the third. This is the law, this is how it works. Things are connected. Except if they are not.
The eye of the storm. That strange silence, where everything rings of decay and doom yet nothing really has changed yet. You can stay here, the world is in turmoil and the turmoil will come to your door. Until then, be calm.
Things didn’t came out as we intended. The money ran out. The production company shut down halfway through the film. Some of the things in the script did not work out on the set, some were cut because of the budget. There were these things in the story we started and that were just left dangling there. We all were tired. The door the girl went in, disappeared in the following scene. The coffee place in the middle of the street now is on the corner. Once, in summer we went for ice cream, the director paid. We were sitting in the bright sunlight and the darkness of the studio and the film was far away. That weather that day. Somehow it all went wrong from there. We were looking for clues how our stories went down, but the pictures don’t give it away. They are just lights and surface. Liquids, pixels, there is nothing behind them.
These are the movies we never finished and these lives that never went anywhere.