When I arrive for the interview, I am all sweaty and hectic because I didn’t find the location right away and didn’t want to make Scott McGehee and David Siegel wait. I am welcomed with a smile and the two tell me to relax. We talk about Tilda Swinton’s holding up a rainbow flag in front of the Kremlin before we go into the politics of independent film distribution and start discussing their latest film What Maisie Knew which stars Julianne Moore, Steve Coogan and the amazing newcomer Onata Aprile.
Layla Fourie is determined to find a job. „I need to make a living,“ she says and her honesty in the interview pays off. The casino manager employs her, but she still can’t buy her young son that bike he is riding around with in a supermarket. Layla Fourie is an honest and modest woman. Judging from her appearance, you might call her reserved or cool, but this façade only means that Layla is neither helpless, dependent on a man, nor emotionally unstable. Layla Fourie is the first of a series of this year’s exciting female film portraits that have powerful performances by little-known but outstanding actresses, such as Rayna Campbell.
Life can be fast and sometimes it takes less than 80 minutes for a newborn to become a pensioner. The baby that was just lying on the blanket in the middle of the room starts to crawl in the next shot and then walks out of the door before it will have grown into a young girl that calls her daddy on her toy phone. The teenage girl will be a young woman, a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and a widow and her story will be told through 68 different women. No man will ever be visible.
Somewhere on the mountain roads in Iran, there is a couple with a trunk full of money on a mission to give it all away to random people on their way. That’s about as much information as you can take for granted in this breathtakingly weird road movie that turns from absurd comedy to social drama to dazzling mystery thriller in the course of its 100 minutes.
It’s 2 am, and I am sitting on the bar counter at Kit Kat Club, almost naked while watching a couple of white straight people fuck and masturbate on stage. My underwear has been artfully cut into strips by a naked woman with blue hair; she said that for her work I owe her only my appreciation. It’s the premiere party for Michał Marczak’s film Fuck for Forest, and the activists of the Fuck for Forest-NGO, a creative and energetic group of what many have called “neo-hippies”, have put together a show of concerts, improvised dance performances and live sex.