Madalena without mirrors.
She no longer remembers how long ago she met him, or whether they are best friends, lovers, or the same person. But she is certain about what will happen to them, because it has always been this way. They recognize each other. They dissolve. They are separated by a blind cut. The pain that leads to silence. Hatred. The Father. A choreography of tragedy they never wrote, nor knew whether they could erase. Half-glances. Whispers in waves. Arms turn into branches and branches always point. Waves break against stones and the water changes color. Why? For whom? Enough.
She no longer remembers how long ago she met him, or whether they are best friends, lovers, or the same person. But she is certain about what will happen to them, because it has always been this way. They recognize each other. They dissolve. They are separated by a blind cut. The pain that leads to silence. Hatred. The Father. A choreography of tragedy they never wrote, nor knew whether they could erase. Half-glances. Whispers in waves. Arms turn into branches and branches always point. Waves break against stones and the water changes color. Why? For whom? Enough.
What it is and for whom.
Through the Eyes of the Wolf shows Mary Magdalene’s final hours before the rupture. What has always been breaks, and the one above all becomes fury. A martyr for hypocrites. A lesson for the son who raises doubts.
For the most part, I made this film to deal with two personal losses. Either that would corrode me, or I would turn it into something. And art is usually the best path. It is a sister work to my short film No More!, more accessible, though not completely. I think anyone outside the box will be able to identify with it, in one way or another. Maybe.
Through the Eyes of the Wolf shows Mary Magdalene’s final hours before the rupture. What has always been breaks, and the one above all becomes fury. A martyr for hypocrites. A lesson for the son who raises doubts.
For the most part, I made this film to deal with two personal losses. Either that would corrode me, or I would turn it into something. And art is usually the best path. It is a sister work to my short film No More!, more accessible, though not completely. I think anyone outside the box will be able to identify with it, in one way or another. Maybe.
