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Director's Statement
Traces of one’s self may be found almost in every tale, even when it is told by someone else. How many times, on reading a book, watching a film, listening to a story or being the involuntary witnesses of a fact, have we felt that we experienced or envisaged it? And starting off from one’s self, even when the pretext is provided by others, is always the surest way to achieve an aim.
A few years ago, upon reading Giulio Angioni’s "Assandira", I had that same feeling. I was feeling a sensation of frustration and indignation regarding the depiction of the world I belong to: a rural Sardinia, being massacred by the tourist industry, by the idea that it is possible to override anything in the name of easy money, even people’s dignity. That was the initial incentive which drove me to undertake this adventure. But this is just the outer aspect in ASSANDIRA, the sociological part, so to speak. A hidden part which may refer to our private self is never missing within a story, and more than we are willing to admit, attracting us even further, because telling it helps us to make order within our own selves.
Admitting this also signifies feeling utmost consideration for the spectator, whom we shall no longer treat as a stranger to fling a few hours of basic entertainment to, but as someone to elect for listening to our own private sphere.
ASSANDIRA is an itinerary within an understanding of human nature, an attempt to explore the most hidden, silent feelings, which nevertheless end up by moving things and people even when kept at bay.
Who is Mario and Grete in reality, what binds them so profoundly, in spite of their façades?
Is Grete really dominating Mario or is it the other way round? And is Costantino just the noble savage, used as a fairground freak to indulge tourists?
Facts get piled up and confused in his memories, until they lose their straightforwardness. Is he the eyewitness speaking of what took place, or a man pervaded by a sense of guilt?
We shall never know. However, we do know that human nature is the greatest resource for telling a story, even despite the plot, which is an old tool one may only stumble upon.