On the 2nd day of the 8 Fest

by Jacqueline Valencia

Here are three more films that caught our attention at the8Fest this weekend.


Shades of Safflower -dyed Celluloid, 2015 by Kayako Oki

(Bagerooo One Programme)


“Grasp the color of shades,
That was brought from light passing through safflowers,
It dyes particles, time, and a very tiny universe.”
– Kayako Oki kayako@yidffnet.jp

The yellow tinged film opens up to the sounds of birds, carriers of seeds, and pans over to a tiny sea of safflower seedlings. You hear the rush of rain or it could be seeds falling, or the rush of film. As the peripheral sound continues, the film fades in and out upon a seedling that grows to maturity. A wasp feeds on a flower and the film is infused with colours. You hear women singing and rain. Safflower gets picked and made into cakes for dyeing.

This is a beautiful and meditative short exploring our connection to colour as it infuses the lives of the people (and the film) who cultivate it.

Untitled Dance 1 w/ Kim-Sanh Cau by Guillame Vallée 

(Bagerooo Two)


In black and white film two dancers stretch and contort, reaching out into the frame. They move in shadow and in unison, creating a kaleidoscope. Their bodies become a sun with hands as rays, a bit like cells under a microscope.

There is a feeling of many ethereal bodies seeking shape with the patterns of light and dark. As the dancers explore the space within their framing they form a language of limbs.

Fragments #6 by Pedro Ferreira


The film is degraded and layered as it pans over a gathering of a family or families picnicking on the grass under shade. Not unlike a home movie of such scenes, but in this film the camera tries its best to discern the faces and expressions of the people in the scene. It’s like the film is a substitute for the brain trying to remember a scene from afar. You remember tastes, smells, laughter, the blur of tree in the distance, a car by the families, but even as a few of the people beckon the camera over it stays stationery with its only ability being to observe passively.

I enjoyed this one immensely with its play on remembrance and how details, like film, degrade over time.




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