Title: MY OWN WORLD PART 2: 1977
directed by Daniele Carrer.
Format: Mini-Dv.
Running time: 2’30”.
Syopsis:  a visual and metaphoric vision on inexplicable moments of the modern life.

Festivals:

“T-Rex Short Movie Challenge” (Berlin, Germany), November 2006. Best Film.
“Sligo short film festival” (Sligo, Ireland), September 2005. Best Experimental Short.
“IFCT-The Int'l Fest of Cinema and Technology” Los Angeles (USA), December 2006.
“DiBa” (Barcelona, Spain), May 2006.
“FEST - Festival de Cinema e Vídeo Jovem” (Espino, Portugal), April 2006.
“The Salt and Water” (Kalingrad, Russia), March 2006.
“Big Dam Film Festival” (Quincy, Illinois, USA), Febraury 2006.
“Hannover Film Festival” (Hannover, Germany), December 2005.
“Mostramundo – The Moving Image Festival” (Recife, Brazil), November 2005.
“TromaFling-Independent Film Festival” (Edimburgh, Scotland), August 2005.
“L’Alternativa Film Festival” (Barcelona, Spain), November 2004.
“Split Film Festival” (Split, Croatia), July 2004.
and 35 Italian Festivals.

Dialogue list: Voice Over

I had never stared so intensely at anyone before. After all, it was what I would have sub-consciously though not proudly defined as a perfectly normal day. Yet the more I looked at this guy the more I hated him. He reminded me of those pain in-the-neck aunties that live in the country; the ones your parents take you to see when you are a kid without ever explaining how on Earth they can be aunties when they are as old as your grandmother. I can still taste the stale cakes and biscuits you always had to eat to be polite.

Suddenly, this guy turns around and our eyes meet. I was instantly sorry to have been caught out looking at him like that and averted my gaze as quickly as I could. But in that fraction of a second that separated me from the safety of detachment I could not help catching his attempt to smile at me. There was nothing about him that annoyed me particularly; it was just that everything about the circumstances made any approach by him repugnant to me. I immediately heard his steps approaching and prayed that indifference would prove an adequate means of discouraging further contact. But my hopes faded rapidly as the sound of his footsteps grew louder and nearer. When he finally stopped he was so close to me that it was absolutely impossible for me to pretend I had not seen him. I was forced to raise my eyes.

I have detested interfering types all my life. I always feel ill at ease when I come across somebody in the street and don’t know whether to say hello or not. If I had to choose between detesting the people who greet you when you don’t really know them and the ones who know you but never say hello, I’d go for the first category. That guy simply had to be one of the first group. He started to talk as if driven by inertia, without having the decency to wonder whether his conversation was annoying me or not. From his mouth flowed the sort of arrogance you hear from people who when watching the Wheel of Fortune pronounce the solution in a loud voice that everyone can hear, just to look clever. I could not help but personify in this man the memories of all those afternoons I had spent as an adolescent crushed between the materialism that society was inculcating in me and the actual poverty of the real world. I concluded there and then that he too was one of the causes of my acquired inability to be normal. There I was, in a place that embodied my personal failure to avoid becoming bourgeois, and here before me was a guy forcing my own sad awareness down my throat.

History is packed with inexplicable acts. If I had to choose a soundtrack for those perpetrated by my own generation, there could be no more suitable background than a theme from a nineteen eighties Japanese cartoon or the dreary slogan of some multinational company. The insanity of the mass-media I had lived through up to that moment justified any act in a mind even marginally unaverage. Luckily I had maintained enough sincerity to realise that this was just a poor guy I had bumped into by chance on a day just like any other. But it was the perfect moment to tell the world I did not like the way things were going.

Declaration of the author
I am neither an expert in statistics nor a student of social phenomena, but all you have to do is see how little time passes after a traffic light changes to green before somebody starts to blow his horn to understand the way the world is going. The new millennium has brought yet more material well being and another three new video game consoles; but it has also been the direct cause of a number of tragedies, and we, rather superficially, continue to wonder what the reason might be.

Biography:
Daniele Carrer was born in Conegliano, Northeast of Italy in 1977. He started making short films in the early 90's and become soon famous as an emerging filmaker in Italy, joining international Festivals and National Tv Shows. At the moment he's working on a sitcom screenplay and some photography projects.

Contact: Daniele Carrer, Via Vital 74, 31015 Conegliano (TV) - Italy, +39 339 7513643, dcarre77@yahoo.it, www.danielecarrer.it.