Dancing Alone

  • April 30, 2019 / 19:00
  • May 11, 2019 / 14:00

Director: Biene Pilavcı
Germany, 2012, 98', color
Danish with Turkish subtitles

This sweeping visual investigation was prompted by the question, "After many years of hatred and extreme violence in our family, can my four siblings and I manage to forge sound relationships with other people, even though our parents and their parents before them were unable to?" Biene Pilavci deftly manoeuvres between the cliffs of contradictory certainties in her film. On the one hand there is the burden of the family we are born into and whose weight we are forced to carry, on the other hand there is the freedom to make decisions for oneself (or others), not resigned to fate but following one's own inner compass. The longer you watch it, the more it seems as if "Dancing Alone" wasn't planned at all but more or less happened to all those involved -- an open-ended experiment. "I doubt whether this is a good thing", says the director, "but I guess it had to happen."

In the Mirror of Maya Deren

In the Mirror of Maya Deren

Reconstruction

Reconstruction

Dancing Alone

Dancing Alone

Krisha

Krisha

Matangi / Maya / M.I.A.

Matangi / Maya / M.I.A.

Belonging and Companionship

Belonging and Companionship

Trailer

Dancing Alone

It’s better to burn out than to fade away

It’s better to burn out than to fade away

In 1962 Philip Corner, one of the most prominent members of the Fluxus movement, caused a great commotion in serious music circles when during a performance entitled Piano Activities he climbed up onto a grand piano and began to kick it while other members of the group attacked it with saws, hammers and all kinds of other implements.

Return from Vienna

Return from Vienna

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Midnight Horror Stories: <br> Witches’ Sun <br> Mehmet Berk Yaltırık

Midnight Horror Stories:
Witches’ Sun
Mehmet Berk Yaltırık

I walk over rocks hot as iron under the September sun. I can make out a few lines in the distance, and a few cracked rocks, but apart from those, not a single tree, not one plant