The three-hour bus ride from Colonia to Montevideo goes by in a flash and suddenly we’re in a new city with the wonderful Ángela and Guillermo there to welcome us with smiling faces and bags of delicious food! For the next three weeks our home base will be Espacio de Arte Contemporáneo, a former prison complex that now hosts museum shows, workshops and artists in residence. Time to explore!
Abandoned streets, abandoned shops, abandoned dogs, abandoned cars, abandoned beaches and benches and bullrings. Have you heard the theory posited by scientists and philosophers that human existence as we experience it is really just a computer simulation? Santiago the hotel desk clerk keeps trying to tell us it’s “muy romantico” but Colonia de Sacramento after the summer rush definitely feels like living in a video game on pause…
…the cinematic connections made during the past three weeks will last a lifetime.
We can’t wait to see what EPFC/Club del Super 8 collaborations we cook up next but now it’s time to set sail for Uruguay! Ciao, Chicos! Anchors aweigh…
One last afternoon exploring the city and soaking up the Sunday vibe with la gente in Parque Patricios before the big premiere of The Sound We See: A Buenos Aires City Symphony at Una.Casa. Killer the Cat is the master of ceremonies, welcoming filmmakers, musicians, friends and family to an unforgettable night of dual projection dancing Super 8 images accompanied by gong and trombone! With true Argentinian dramatic flair, a huge storm erupts just as the credits roll and we celebrate the fine work of Melisa Aller, Marto Alvarez, Macarena Cordiviola, Charles Della Casa, Azucena Losana, Mauro Movia, Paulo Pecora, Ignacio Tamarit, Ana Villanueva, Carolina Rizzi and Omar Grandoso with thunder, lightning and some black cat magic.
What do you do when you are strolling along near Retiro Station, enjoying a sunny Saturday afternoon without a care in the world, and you suddenly feel a thick wet substance fall on your head from the tree above? The natural inclination is to stop, run your fingers through your hair and think YUK, BIRD POOP! But it’s not bird poop, friends, it’s the BIRD POOP SCAM!
We’ve heard Porteños referred to as “security conscious” and it is true… from the moment we arrived, friends, hosts and even strangers on the street grimly warned about keeping our wits about us in the midst of the pickpockets, muggers, pedestrian-hating drivers, cellphone thieves, shiv-carrying nogoodniks and mustard-squirting maniacs that apparently rove the city in droves. So far so good…until today! Did you know that the “con” in con artist is short for “confidence”? When a passing woman kindly points out the goo is also all over your backpack and clothing, and offers you some tissues and cleaning assistance, the brain thinks How sweet! The brain does not think How big is the bird that defecated this torrent of dark grey waste? Weird that this it smells like vinegar mixed with tuna and motor oil. How did it get on the bottom of my backpack? Why is this lady so dang determined for me to lay my backpack down right here in the middle the sidewalk? Why are there three guys hovering in a car over there? Luckily, this is one of those rare moments when my Hard-Hearted Hannah spidey-sense wins out over Paolo’s Sunshine Kid nature (plus he’s too busy dry-heaving from the faux poo smell), and I drag him off to the sanctuary of the Kirchner Cultural Center where (after cleaning up in the big nice bathrooms), we cool out in arty beach chairs under a glowing purple ceiling and look at some terrific photos by Rinko Kuwauchi, Patti Smith and Seydou Keïta.
Confidence restored, it’s off to former plastics factory turned art lab Espacio Nixso in our favorite barrio Barracas for a fun screening and discussion about community filmmaking with the inspiring professors and students of the UNTREF Maestría en Artes Electrónicas program. From bird poop to Old Crow, anything can happen on a Saturday in BA!
Now that the Sound We See: Buenos Aires is in the capable hands of renowned soundsmiths Omar and Carolina, we’re going up river to explore the wilds of the Paraná Delta past Tigre where the dogs are friendly, the people are mysterious, the cabins range from trashy to fancy, the mosquitos are a-buzzin’ 24/7, and the night is filled with the sound of rain and strange birds… S.L.O.W…..D.O.W.N……….
If there are two things Porteños are passionate about, it’s protests and pizza. Every day, all over the city, you’ll find both in endless variations, large and small. Today we weave our way through a plethora of protestors–groups, singles, duets with a variety of causes to be loud and proud about–on our way to the wildly popular one and only Pizzería Güerrín where they’ve been serving up thick cheezy pies since 1932! Thus fortified, we’re ready to roll for the last two rolls… Meli and Maca bring it home and hang it up to dry. Dinner outdoors in the balmy air and time to telecine… Oooh la la, we got a movie folks!