4 Minutes to the End of the World

My darling friends Raja and Ginevra and I came up with the idea and realisation of this short film a while ago. Conceived and shot in peculiar circumstances (two of us had just caught chickenpox), ‘A Beetle Remains Iridescent In The Ash’ represents our take on what the last four minutes on Earth would feel like.

Friend and cellist Lamberto took good care of the soundtrack with one of his original scores.

I wouldn’t feel comfortable in providing an analytical interpretation of our work’s meaning. As John Keats wrote in one of his most compelling odes, the gently-discomforting ‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’: “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter”. So, pray, let your neurones and heart-cells roam absolutely free.

P.S.

Sorry, Steven Spielberg, for not making it in the fashion of an apocalyptic blockbuster.


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