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“The Wolf Knife” by Laurel Nakadate.

January 7th, 2012

When I was fifteen, my best friend was called Patricia. Patricia was blonde and skinny and I was in love with her.
I guess she was somehow, also in love with me. We dress the same, we could laugh for hours about nothing, we kiss, we touch and straight away we were talking about guys. We were always together, and we mainly liked talk about nothing, do nothing and think about how beautiful will future be and all that freedom that was waiting for us.

Still from Laurel Nakadate’s film.

That summer, we went with Patricia’s mother and her girlfriend to one awful place in the mediterranean coast. They left us for a couple of weeks with some money and the daughter of the mother’s girlfriend how was eighteen and likes heavy music. The daughter disappears somewhere with someone the first night, and on those two weeks, we walked everyday to the next “big” city or we did auto-stop to arrive there just in order to have fun, to go to clubs, cheat with our age, sleep with guys together, try drugs, and feel how was freedom like. Children from the village wrote on the door of the house where we were living: WHORES with white chalk and we leave it.

Yesterday I went to see the last film by Laurel Nakadate and I strongly remember my friend.

Wikipedia says about the artist:
“Laurel Nakadate is known for powerful video and photographic works in which the artist, her subjects, and the viewer are entangled in an unsettling dance of seduction, power, trust, tenderness, loss and betrayal. The darkly hallucinatory discomfort of fever dreams permeates her newest videos and photographs.”

In this film we follow for one hour and a half, two teenagers. Is summer, there is time for nothing, they slip in swimming pools and walk around the city: eating ice creams and escaping home. They are bored and beautiful as every teenager.

Photography is raw and powerful, there is a sense of an uncanny feeling throughout the film… hard sun, sweet, kitsch sets at mums place and motels, sexuality soaks every frame. You have a weird sense of being a voyeur, of doing something dirty just by the very fact of looking.

Amazing interpretation of these two young ladies and a simple, clear, not pretentious plot following them in their weird runaway is more than enough to get you there.

Thelma and Louis are sixteen and they are not going to jump in the void.