Slightly Smaller Than Indiana (2006)

78 min

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Realização:  ·  Daniel Blaufuks

No Verão de 2004 atravessei Portugal para filmar o meu projecto: um road movie sobre um país que se atravessa em seis horas de norte a sul e em hora e meia de leste a oeste. A paisagem que percorri, era o Portugal pós-Euro 2004
e prestes a entrar no governo provisório de Santana Lopes. É um país parecido com a imagem que todos nós ainda temos da “nossa terra”, mas que já deixou de corresponder à realidade e é quase irreconhecível, como num postal.
Foi esse pensamento que me levou a querer fazer este filme, veio confirmar, por vezes, de forma assustadora. Só conseguia pensar na letra de uma música do Morrisey: Hide on the promenade, etch a postcard: How I dearly wish I was not here in the seaside town that they forgot to bomb, Come, come, come - nuclear bomb… Mas não era isto que eu queria para o meu filme? Não era este caos que eu andava à procura e que me tinha feito meter nesta espécie de aventura?
A realidade superou as minhas expectativas e, sim, era isto que eu queria para omeu filme. O problema é que não era isto que eu queria para o meu país.
[Daniel Blaufuks]

[In the Summer of 2004, I traveled across Portugal to shoot my project: a road-movie about a country that can be crossed in six hours from north to south and just one hour and a half from east to west. The landscape I passed through was the post-Euro 2004 Portugal, with the provisional government of Santana Lopes about to take office. It is a country that still seems like the idea we all have of "our homeland", but which actually no longer corresponds to reality and is becoming almost unrecognizable, as in a postcard. It was this notion that led me to want to make this film eventually confirmed it, sometimes in an alarming way. Portugal today is a territory undergoing deep transformation, a mixture of what it was and an idea of America, which was imported and changed by Central Europe years ago. Meanwhile I could only think of the lyrics to a Morrissey song: Hide on the promenade, etch a postcard: How I dearly wish I was not here in the seaside town that they forgot to bomb, Come, come, come - nuclear bomb...But wasn't this what I had wanted for my film? Wasn't it this chaos that I'd come in search of and that had pushed me into this kind of adventure? The reality surpassed my expectations and, yes, this was what I wanted for my film. The problem was that this was not what I wanted for my country.]

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