Remembering the Pentagons
Azadeh Navai, 2015
Iran/USA, 23’, 16mm
Remembering the Pentagons (2015) is a slow, rhythmic and contemplative journey into filmmaker Azadeh Navai’s earliest childhood memories. With an old 16mm Bolex and a hand-made pinhole camera, Navai returns to Tehran and Esfahan, Iran, where the perceptions and recollections of places, emotions, and scents serve as vehicles through which she exposes a deeply personal landscape. She asks – what is the texture of memory? The convulsions of recollection are perceptible even in the shifting grains of the film image – kaleidoscopic in their geometries of instability and flux.
Tale of Tales
Yuri Norstein, 1979
USSR, 28’, DCP
Tale of Tales is considered to be one of the greatest animated films of all times. A poetic association of memories, fragments, lullabies and the ravages of war, this is one of cinema’s superlative paeans to the cataclysm—and hope—of the 20th century. Prehaps best put by Norstein himself in his original proposal for the film: “This is to be a film about memory. Do you remember how long the days were when you were a child?”
Yiorgos Nalpantidis, 2014
Greece, 5’, Video
Minore is a found footage film, consisting mostly of (edited and manipulated) 8mm and Super 8mm family movie clips. It is inspired by “Smyrneiko Minore” (and Marika Papagikas’ voice), a traditional song first recorded in 1918. On the one hand, it’s a meditation on the affiliation between audio and moving image. Moreover, it is my attempt for a vague description of something lost; not of a vivid recollection or a distant age, but of a missing connection, a forgotten relation to the world.
Solomon Nagler & Alexandre Larose, 2008
Canada, 7’, 16mm
Found memories decayed by the shock patterns of childhood trauma. This film is made mostly with footage found in the bin of an orphanage. The while progressively dissolves within a darkness more and more dense. Faces progressively dissolve into one another.
Jean-Daniel Pollet, 1964
France, 10′, 35mm
“I was interested by the fact that some old guy, after the Parthenon’s glamour, devoted himself in a much smaller temple, without using white marble or anything special. All Greek temples are dedicated to Apollo, etc, yet this particular one was not dedicated to anyone. It’s in a place where there never was a city nearby, in a kind of wasteland, in a ditch. I went there, at least six, seven or eight times, as if I wanted to think or find myself.”–JDP