Man with No Name

L’homme sans nom

France, China

2009

92 Min

Color

None

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The character of this story lives far from the worlds of the material and the spirit. He has built his own subsistence conditions. He often goes to the neighboring villages, although he doesn’t communicate with other people. He collects some waste but doesn’t beg. He prowls about the ruins of deserted villages, as an animal or as a ghost. Under double political and economical pressure, most of people are depriving of their last dignity into a world where it exists a lack of material and spirit. But a human being stays a human being. He is looking for reasons to continue to live. —Wang Bing

Director

Wang Bing

Wang Bing (Chinese: 王兵; pinyin: Wáng Bìng) (born 1967 in Shaanxi) is a Chinese director, often referred to as one of the foremost figures in documentary film-making. Wang is the founder of his own production company, Wang Bing Studios, which produces most of his films. Wang’s 9 hour epic documentary of industrial China, Tie Xi Qu was considered a major success. Tie Xi Qu went on to win the Grand Prix at the Marseille Festival of Documentary Film and was shown for the first time in Spain at the Punto de Vista International Documentary Film Festival. Wang’s film, Fengming, a Chinese Memoir, premiered at both Cannes and Toronto in 2007. More recently Crude Oil premiered at the 2008 Rotterdam Film Festival. —Wikipedia

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răpciune la bête

25Apr13

the anti-Moana film.from time to time he carried sacks with soil. he poured them on the ground and danced above the little hill. he felt he was a primordial god who created the world from the initial mound. the snow around him replaced the lifeless waters of chaos. little mattered that his dance was an attempt to get rid of the cold biting at his toes. transported in some other, imaginary dimension, descended from

răpciune la bête

25Apr13

the metakosmia, this was his only possibility to escape his loneliness, his disconnectedness. in a world that accidentally cast him among used bus tickets, anomalies and dead rats, and kept denying him a place among its citizens, his only way to reconnect with its sphere was to recreate it, in a symbolic act of flattening the earth and making it fit for birth and living. finally, a place that he, too, could call his home! otherwise, painful to watch. what "reconnection with nature" can there be where almost everything, nature, but mostly the waste that the man survives on, is industrially contaminated and provided? sort of a doomed ante-apocalypsis.