18° RASSEGNA DEL DOCUMENTARIO
LIBERO BIZZARRI PRIZE
"CITTA' DI IMOLA" AWARD
BEST ITALIAN FILM
59° TRENTO FILM FESTIVAL
67a BIENNALE DI VENEZIA
When Pablo Neruda heard about De Agostini’s death he said: “The death of Father Alberto De Agostini was a surprise for me. He died far from Chile, a country he loved so much. His works show the majestic landscape of our cordillera, our rivers and our millenary beauty. Through this exemplary man, Chile can recognize itself in the Old World. I would like Punta Arenas to render homage to De Agostini and raise a monument to his memory. In a public square, where the children of this region can absorb his magnificent example. Everyone should admire him because, with simplicity, he consigned to us his profound truths… Without going on at too great a length, I, as a Chilean poet, would like to write the epigraph for this monument to honour the memory of such an illustrious discoverer of a number of aspects of our national history…“
The perseverance, excess and suffering in the life and works of the explorer, filmmaker and photographer Alberto Maria De Agostini (1883-1960) are arbitrarily reinvented. Having left his village in Piemonte at the age of 26 to become a missionary, he reached Patagonia and the Tierra del Feugo in 1910. He scaled mountains, discovered fjords and explored glaciers naming them all. On encountering the anguish and pain of the destruction of the last Indio natives, he expressed these feelings eloquently through the photo plates and frames of his beautiful film Terre Magellaniche. All of this ends up as an imaginary and chaotic repository of memories, amongst the sad, hoarded remains of “white civilisation”, in which two kids (assistants to the past, indefatigable workers, fanatical innocents) rummage around in search of traces of the artist, whose name is virtually unknown in Italy. The Indio people, ever-present ghosts, accompany them in remembering their elimination and that of a nature and a land stolen from them by colonisers.
“Whilst my physicians by their love are grown / Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie / Flat on this bed, that by them may be shown / That this be my south-west discovery, / Per fretum febris, by these straits to die, / I joy, that in these straits I see my west; / For, though their currents yield return to none, / What shall my west hurt me? As west and east / In all flat maps (and I am one) are one, / So death doth touch the resurrection.”(John Donne, 1623).
Nothing remains of De Agostini. Nothing personal. There are no diaries, notebooks, notes or confessions. Over the last three years of our work and investigation we have often asked ourselves what kind of man he was. The only answer we could come up with was an image, that of a Man-Map. He is his place, the place that he loved, which is more than an emblematic metaphorical symbol – it is the body. We think that he scrunched himself up, reuniting the two edges of the map and finding his paradise simply through the meaning of his work.
Written, filmed and edited by Isabella Sandri, Giuseppe M. Gaudino
Music Epsilon Indi
Scientific consultant Prof. Nicola Bottiglieri (University of Cassino)
Assistant director and casting Emanuele Donadio
Production and set design Giuseppe M. Gaudino
Costumes Alessandra Torella, Giuseppe M. Gaudino
A Gaundri production
with the support of the Ministry of Culture
and Piedmont Doc Film Fund
in collaboration with
National Museum of the Mountain CAI-Turin
Maggiorino Borgatello Museum (Punta Arenas, Chile)
University of Cassino