Svetlana

” We can prevent reading: but in the decree that forbids reading there will still be read something of the truth that we would wish never to be read…” (Calvino)
Svetlana’s opening montage, so reminiscent of life as to make any difference between the two meaningless, begins this autopsy on the body of language that brings together in the film’s final reel the figures of mortician and film editor. Relentlessly transgressive in its depiction of a failed marriage, the fragmented montage shatters the Edenic couple of the film’s opening into mosaic of confessions, half truths, the many coloured self of Windsor and Newton, self propelled vehicles, self abuse in vermin and the nature of the image. Four years in the making.
Warning: some scenes may shock or offend.