OUR VIRÃO NEVER BETTER DAYS? Ando in crisis, in a good, nothing serious. But walk in crisis with time. What strange
"this" is that we live today, always running for nothing, as if time had been faster than life, as our muscles, bones and blood were running behind a faster time.
The utopias liberals of the 20th century said that we would have more leisure, more peace with the technology. Now that the technology is not there to distribute peace, but to increase competition and productivity, not only businesses but the productivity of people, of bodies. Everything suggests speed, urgency, our life is always short of any task. The technology threaded in a logic of productive factories, plants alive, chips, pills for everything.
We are all enjoying without enjoyment, an enjoyment without pleasure, quantitatively. Before, we had past and future; Now, everything is a "huge following" in the words of Norman Mailer. And this "this huge" is reproduced with increasing technical perfection in making boiar a time stopped, but incessant, in a future that "no stops not arrive."
Before, we had the old movies in black-and-white, out of focus, the photos yellow, which gave us the feeling that the past was precarious and the future is bright. Never be in the future. And, without the sense of the passage of days, the sucessibilidade a moment of beginning and end, we are also without this, we lose the concept of our desire, which is no peace without night and without day. We are increasingly in transit, such as cars, mobile phones are, we circuits without pause, and increasingly our
identity will be scheduled. Time is an invention of production. If morning, day and night, we have to go live in the bush.
A few years ago, I saw a documentary called Tigrero, the Finnish filmmaker Mika Kaurismaki and Jim Jarmusch about a movie that Samuel Fuller would do in Brazil, in 1951. He came, at the time, and filmed a village of Indians in the Mato Grosso. The production not rolled, and 92, Samuel Fuller, now with 83 years, returned to the village and returned to the Indians the material colorful than 50 years ago. And also recorded today, the Indians seeing their past on the screen. From that moment, they came to have past and future. Today, these Indians are in transit between what was and what will never be. They were more natural, more savage, more pure at the time. Now, calção and sandals, appeared to be a kind of "past" than this. Something fell, worsened, something involuiu them.
I see my past, see if there were any key to explain my
present today, which prenunciasse my identity or denunciasse something lost, or that Brazil lost ... Amid the images trêmulas, deleted, out of focus, I saw the precariousness of my poor middle-class family, trying to show a happy family that existed before, but precarious, constrangida; And I there, boy made a long bamboo in the wind, because denoting the insecurity that alarms me until today. My crisis of identity was already mapped out. And there were images of a past that fell well as among the Indians. This was a late, short of itself. The same impression I had to see the famous film of Orson Welles, It''s All True, in that it shows the Rio carnival in 1942-only color images in the country this decade. Well, was to see in corpinhos dançantes the carnival without sound, a mediocre animation Rio, with poor baianinhas in timid meneios, galãs crush imitating Clark Gable, a lack of health care in the air, a weak and defenseless ignorant that povinho deceived by bureaucrats the capital. Dava there to see that, as in the movie of my family, were below the present them, which has lacked much in that past.
Seeing American films of the years 40, we do not feel lack of anything. The "today" is just a result of them continuing those years. Mudaram ways, the cut of clothes, but they, in the past, were at the height of their season. Looking at our past is behind us as we see in this. Iold movies Brazilians, it seems Here, no future, we live in anxiety individualistic mediocre, that narcissism brega we shared in fashion, in love, sex, hunger for this appear to exist. Our delay creates a utopia that one day, reach something definitive. But be underdeveloped is "not have future"; Is never be in the present.