Caracas

Naples

Evidence of gravity, of resistance, of machismo.

Caracas is part of a group of Nazi fanatics who enjoy beating and persecuting refugees.

His love for Yasmina leads him to encounter the Islamic world, the contrast, the doubt, the torment between violence and the desire for peace.

Giordano Fonte is a distinguished writer who returns to Naples after having been away for some time: a city unrecognizable, gloomy, humid, where nostalgia meets degradation and disgust, violence and abandonment.

A city, pitiless and seductive, excessive and degrading that welcomes him with deference and punishes him by swallowing his identity.

He wants to stop writing Giordano but will not be able to; life does not allow for plans.

Caracas, between the extreme right and Islam is in deep existential conflict, between doubts and uncertainties, between hell and the redemption of his own daimon.

He is a child of our time, the director argues, hating the sea, loving and loathing his city, brash as a like a South American barrio, damned as a Brazilian favela and forgotten as an Indian slum.

Based on Ermanno Rea's literary work Napoli Ferrovia, it chronicles Naples and all that it entails.

"A film as inexplicable as life," confusing, circular, never linear...

Opaque, tragically playful, restless and searching for unreliable answers.

The attempt to anchor itself in obsolete truths, where contemporaneity subtracts, divides, dishevels, drains: nostalgia meets the impossibility of turning one's head the other way.

I never thought there was a need for God to say what is right and what is wrong, perhaps it can help one feel less alone but even then with poor results, the writer adds.

A journey into the past for a future that is not there, because Naples is the world that swallows you up and loses you in the belly of an indecipherable and arcane reality.

A film that encounters bewilderment, ferment and darkness, torment and hope.

A film that distorts itself, dilating and framing the sometimes impossible, yet fatal necessity whose blurred contours photograph a world gone.