Let’s Say Revolution, by Nicolas Klotz and Elisabeth Perceval, is a strange beast of a film, opening with an on-screen statement: «Do not hurt yourself, we are still here» before continuing with repeated statements from various voices … «When a master dies, he must be buried with his horse, his dog, and his slave….»
The story unfolds against a jazz cocktail music background, quite dissonant from the black and white images we see of a fire, of rain pouring down on an outdoor café somewhere in Africa, or another place – who knows?
But the slave has the right to run away, leaving the horse and dog waiting five days… And the story continues on and on, again and again, using a pejorative term for a black slave that has cost academics in the US and elsewhere their jobs for using it during university seminars.
The message is repeated again and again. The master has a right to kill him, but he has the right to flight. What on earth is this film about, viewers may find themselves asking.
A woman repeats the same message in voice-over; a black man on camera…
WTF is this film about?
A smorgasbord of black male faces, later joined by females, repeat the message and N-word repeatedly.
WFT is this film about?
Let’s Say Revolution – does literally that. The same message revolves and revolves for the first few minutes. On a dreary autumn evening, this is something of a challenging experience. Perhaps audiences at Doclisboa in the warmth of the final rays of a southern summer may feel a little warmer towards a documentary that, experimental as it is, initially left this reviewer cold.
There are more faces, black women too… the cocktail music . . .
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