In a cloistered village in the country, time seems to have stopped. When a photographer named Rita arrives from outside, the initially reticent townsfolk open up to her. Only the village priest continues to find Rita’s presence worrisome, especially when she begins asking about the locked cemetery.
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Cinema che si forma nella memoria: immortalare i ricordi vissuti di un tempo (s)perduto, dimenticato, facendoli transitare in un'era contemporanea che mai come ora, necessita di nutrirsi con realtà ancestrali, e dal retrogusto magico... http://visionesospesa.blogspot.it/2014/06/historias-que-so-existem-quando.html
A young photographer stumbles across a tiny village whose elderly population lives a much simpler way of life away from the hustle & bustle of modern life. Slowly, she becomes a part of their community, and they change each other in subtle & remarkable ways. A beautifully understated drama explores the inherent desire for a slower pace, and the universal need to be remembered as life moves inevitably forward.
An exorcise in pacing, one slower than the pace of the mezcal flowing through my bloodstream while watching. Though the dark, smokey flavor complimented the tone of Found Memories well. Are they isolationists, is this an Eden of sorts, are they ghosts, is this a worm in time whereby a younger self comes to replace the older? Depends on your BAC. 2 fingers Mezcal, pineapple and grapefruit juice to taste, on the rocks.
What a strangely rendered little picture about photography. It's all about how wide you want your exposure, if you want a little or a lot. Director Murat opts for a little. With beautiful lighting, and dark and contrasted compositions that blend together poignantly with actual film snaps lovingly framed by Rita--the film's young key to the abandoned town's memories--the film moved me in a way films rarely do.
This movie is about so many things you would expect it too be loud and fast paced yet it is so deafeningly silent and gently paced, like a little rivulet with banks full of flowers that flows through valley after valley. Adorned with beautiful austere imagery, a feast for the eyes.
Day begins. You make the bread. I make the coffee. We perform the rituals. Eat the meals. Go through the motions. Cling to our memories. We do the same today as we did yesterday as we will do tomorrow. Years flow into decades into...more? Then a new face appears and time begins again. What a beautiful film.
South Americans, many of them Brazilian, have produced some of the greatest films of the last several decades. This is unfortunately not one of them. Nicely photographed lush scenery and aging faces. But there's no more depth than a coffee table book of ruined, fading towns. The lead actress (not the young one) is at least compelling to watch, though I'm not sure why, because she has almost nothing to do.