a house dripping with phosphorus, where the edges of the window were burning around the flames. And my father said, “Look! I’m not crazy, look, this house is like Mozart.” And the next house, where flames were coming right from the basement, he said, “That, that is Wagner.” He gave me a way to overcome the horrors of war. And so, survival became a strength I chose to overcome the destruction I witnessed around me. I really had the feeling, the very deep feeling, that I survived for a reason, and that I had a mission, a duty to do something, that I was really in search of my life. Where is my place?
Filming La Danse
In a context such as the Venice Biennale, where you can easily run into ballet stars across the Arsenale and dance alongside them in workshops, it felt especially apt to pay tribute to a filmmaker who, with extraordinary care, intelligence and unsentimental clarity, brought us so close to the hidden mechanics of dance: Frederick Wiseman.
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