Nonostante
Valerio Mastandrea
Drama • 2024 • 1h 33m
This movie was screened on Mostra Internazionale d’Arte Cinematografica
There is no remedy for birth and death except to enjoy the interval.
There are two realities:
that of the living and that of the not-yet-dead who in turn have two options, to die or to survive.
In either of the latter two cases, all that they will have experienced in this limbo of undeath or unlife will be forgotten.
Although they live a dimension of friendship, emotions, love, affection, sharing, they observe the lives of the living, living among them, unbeknownst to them.
The latter do not notice their presence, they do not understand many things, at least it seems so.
They, on the other hand, the protagonists, are actually in a coma, and they observe themselves while they are; every now and then a rushing wind comes and is about to take them away; it is death claiming its presence.
They have no names, because they have no identity, although they are very much aware of their condition, inescapable IN spite of everything.
In this hospital, some have been in bed for years now, and if someone wakes up, it seems like a miracle...or perhaps a loss, depending on your point of view.
Death is a straight process. There is slowness in the word “process,” a fatal slowness, fate in short.
An ironic, sarcastic, tragic, restless reflection on life and death, on the relentless transience of existence.
Some are there, because of a trivial car accident, others, like the protagonist, because a child fell on him from the second floor... original!
We're all sick, it doesn't pay to get attached even in this half-dead or half-alive condition, the room sooner or later they will all have to leave it whether they want to or not.
An all too real surreal metaphor about existence, conclusion, awareness and misknowledge.
We do not decide our lives, let alone our end but are at the mercy of a myriad of interludes fished out here and there by chance.
meaning depends on us, on our own experience, experiences, traumas, conflicts: meaning is unknown.
Life is a fragile, precarious, ridiculous and grotesque house.
Surely in addition to life and death procuring another dimension seems to be going for it! But who knows... we will also have that in our wonderfully cruel and tragically visionary destiny!
(Sören Kierkegaard)
