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Wednesday, March 28, 2018 - 18:30
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Friday, March 30, 2018 - 21:00
Written by:
Rawane Nassif
Cinematography:
Rawane Nassif
Editing:
Rawane Nassif
Sound:
Sasha Parsons, Rawane Nassif
Producer:
Rawane Nassif
Production:
Doha Film Institute
Romanian Premiere
A Qatari town’s colorful architecture replicates that of Venice, Italy. But here, the buildings are empty, and the canal’s waters are still. A filmmaker ventures to peek behind the town’s mysterious facades. Turtles Are Always Home is an intimate exploration about the search for home in a transient world. (Chicago Film Festival)
This is a short essay about the meaning of home and and the search for it in a transient environment. It is a personal journey inwards with an intimate camera that observes and takes its time to look at the buildings and the surroundings only to find its reflections. (Rawane Nassif)
This is a short essay about the meaning of home and and the search for it in a transient environment. It is a personal journey inwards with an intimate camera that observes and takes its time to look at the buildings and the surroundings only to find its reflections. (Rawane Nassif)
Director:
Contact:
rawane.nassif[at]gmail[dot]com
Festivals, awards:
- Golden Gate Award for New Visions - San Francisco Film Festival 2017
- Jury Prize for Experimental Short - New Orleans Film Festival 2017
- DOC-TAI Award for a Talented Emerging Filmmaker – DOCUMENTAMADRID 2017
- Special Festival Mention - Delhi Shorts International Film Festival 2017
- Berlin International Film Festival 2017
- Toronto International Film Festival 2017
- Chicago Film Festival 2017
- Kinodot Experimental Film Festival, Saint Petersburg 2017
Filmmaker’s statement:
I left Lebanon in 2006. For the past 10 years I have lived in seven countries, 10 cities, and 21 homes. I have slept in 21 beds, cooked in 21 kitchens, cleaned 21 bathrooms, written on 21 desks, and locked 21 doors behind me. I packed all of my life into two suitcases and a backpack. The rest stayed behind. Somebody somewhere uses my bed, somebody somewhere has my shoes, somebody somewhere maybe remembers me in those fragmented traces of mine. I was there. But now I am here. In Qatar. In a fake Venice with colorful houses. Houses have memories too. They hide them under their windowsills, tuck them in layers of paint and sometimes whisper them to birds passing by. I wonder whose memories these houses will keep. I live here but I am unable to leave a trace. I try to attach myself to the walls, dirty them, mark them… but I fail. They are constantly cleaned, watched, and protected. I caress them instead. And I film them, lest I forget. (Rawane Nassif)
I left Lebanon in 2006. For the past 10 years I have lived in seven countries, 10 cities, and 21 homes. I have slept in 21 beds, cooked in 21 kitchens, cleaned 21 bathrooms, written on 21 desks, and locked 21 doors behind me. I packed all of my life into two suitcases and a backpack. The rest stayed behind. Somebody somewhere uses my bed, somebody somewhere has my shoes, somebody somewhere maybe remembers me in those fragmented traces of mine. I was there. But now I am here. In Qatar. In a fake Venice with colorful houses. Houses have memories too. They hide them under their windowsills, tuck them in layers of paint and sometimes whisper them to birds passing by. I wonder whose memories these houses will keep. I live here but I am unable to leave a trace. I try to attach myself to the walls, dirty them, mark them… but I fail. They are constantly cleaned, watched, and protected. I caress them instead. And I film them, lest I forget. (Rawane Nassif)