"They say, Snaebjorn sang, that off the sea, beyond that cape over there, the nine maiden of the Island’s Mill stir up vehemently the cliffs’ millstone cruel to the ranks – the maiden who in the past Ages ground Hamlet’s flour. The good captain ploughs the hull’s den With the beak shaped bow of his ship. Here the sea is called Amlodi’s Mill”
Actors: Bob Bacon Natia Shengelia Loredana Micheletta
Camera: Andrea Barone, Giovanni Fumu
Montage: Andrea Barone, Giovanni Fumu
Soundtrack: Cristiano Alberghini
Technical assistance: Flavio Milzani
Sound effects: Giulio Abbatista
Distribution: The Sponk Studio
Time: 15'c.a.
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Nomos, “the rule, “the unwritten law”, a Greek word that has manifold interpretations in an unlimited series of branches.
Philosophy, Anthropology, Town-planning. The evocative principle of the word has always taken inspiration from and has always referred to the cosmic universe.
Nomos as a principle ruling the events happening on Earth, including equally the course of the different phases of life itself. Continuously echoing in the places around.Nomos leads us on the protagonist’s steps. The protagonist could be nothing but a Nomad (the human subject of Nomos) who is going back to the way he was walking a long ago, and comes back to a now uninhabited but wonderfully alive and lively place, the Earth. A perfect scenery for representing lyrically postmodern man, and his own recalling a past whose face he cannot see any more. A past made of ambitions, of an aspiration to the Truth and Beauty which are now broken into fragments. A place of which we just can see some faces. There is no ceiling behind the doors and nature has colonized the ruins below the sky. A yearned-for, breathless, emotional walk of wait, for a rediscovering through a light, then a plead for darkness as soon as the protagonist will see the “route”. It is his final dream, or maybe his first. A trip back to the original nucleus.
The doors that had been presented as shelters during the walk, are now irremediably shut. Falling a prey to an unreal sense of claustrophobia he irresistibly dashes to the open space, the sky and the sea. Now he feels horrified these elements are not enough to him any more. An anonymous and timeless way opens up at last before him through a gate on the seashore. There is the “beyond” waiting for him.
Nomos (Italy/2008)
