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5 October 2007 @ UNITOPIA (cittadellarte)
Histoire(s) du cinema (J.L.Godard)
histoire de la solitude
solitude de l'histoire
How naive we were, some years ago, trying to organise a retrospective of Histoire(s) du cinema (the première in Turin) for the North African housewives who had supposedly moved to the city... they speak French after all, and it's not true that J.L.G.'s films are obscure, or difficult: anyway, the result was a half-empty theatre for the first few episodes, basically us and a bunch of friends, before we too abandoned ship, fleeing to a Greek island. Perhaps it was one of those works whose destiny is to remain obscure, on the border of existence, surfacing here and there at remote festivals and in the odd smuggled, second-generation copy.
Until now, when it has become a freely available commodity, sleekly packaged and stacked up in Fnac alongside the latest episodes of Prison Break. And so we go back to the idea, though this time we take it to the Artist Residence at cittadellarte, perhaps a more suitable milieu - or so we imagine. The screening (1a + 1b) is due to take place at 6 but when we arrive, ten minutes late, the place is deserted, hardly anybody seems to be around... so we wait, helping ourselves to wine in the cafe, elaborating conspiracy theories over dinner with the few residents who haven't flown the coop. But the show will go on, we decide, late at night, though we end up having more fun afterwards, jamming till dawn with whatever is to hand - drums and other half-improvised percussion, wine glasses, microphone feedback - eating melted ice cream from our cupped hands to celebrate a Palestinian birthday and sipping cheap "Nigerian" wine and vodka just arrived from St. Petersburg.