Film and Poetry | Generation Reports

24Feb

By Hannah Everitt and Hannah EverittNo Comments

keep on swimming or sink

„Chicas Tristes“ (Sad Girlz) by Fernanda Tovar tells the story of overwhelming sadness and feelings of powerlessness after rape. Visually stunning, the film does not focus on the assault itself, but rather on its impact on the victim and those close to her. Paula (Darana Álvarez) and Maestra (Rocio Guzmán) are best friends, both members of a swimming team. When Paula is raped by a teammate at a New Year's Eve party, the relationship between the two friends changes abruptly. The director portrays the friendship between the two teenagers with great empathy. True to the real dynamics between best friends, the director captures the beauty of female friendship. The film does not show the cruelty of violence but gives hope and clings to the beautiful things, just as Paula and Maestra cling t...

15Feb

By Liv ThastumNo Comments

Film and Poetry, Review

There are no heroes left in the world

A poem written as reaction to the film „Not a hero“ by Rima Das houses transform into treesbig streets to forest roads a boy is sent to the village suddenly the only highway around, is the ant trail on top of the trunk “he can’t even read assamese“ say the children at school your parents left the language behind forgot the words in the village as they moved to the city when you look closely at the words their shapes transform into their meaning . গছ is a tree ঘোঁৰা is a horse বন্ধু is a friend . it all makes sense: "sometimes I talk to the trees" says the girl "sometimes I talk to myself" says the boy don’t be afraid to cry boy nature does it all the time the trees need the water there are no heroes left in the world just us Read also: Rain exhaus...

Waiting until it gets dark – about one of America’s most dangerous migration routes

20Feb

By Liv ThastumNo Comments

Background, Film and Poetry

Waiting until it gets dark – about one of America’s most dangerous migration routes

Critique, background article, and poem on the short film Atardecer en América And suddenly, an uncontrollable sadness rises from my stomach, and I feel the tears running. I sit there in front of my computer, in the midst of my research, and find myself crying. I see the images from the short film reappear, I watch the landscape – the Altiplano high plateau – vanish; people, animals, and nature disappear. I see people dying. I hear the buzzwords from the articles I’ve read: Venezuela – the world’s second largest exodus, 7.7 million people, plus climate refugees, drought, rising temperatures, 7,000 kilometers from Venezuela to Chile, and countless unreported cases. “Atardecer en América” – Sunset over America – is the title of the short film that moved me so deeply and led me to the re...