Ana Shametaj

Twelve young actors, a poetess, and a director spend together three months in a theater in the middle of woods. Every day the poet Mariangela Gualtieri writes poetry drawing inspiration from the girls and guys themselves.The group of actors is trained by the director Cesare Ronconi to become a chorus, a unique body compact on stage. At the same time every actor is pushed to fathom their own solitude. The winter wood around the theater becomes the labyrinth to face where everyone looses themselves.

On her regular day at work, Paola starts to feel that she is missing out something exciting.

A collective of fifteen emerging directors, guided by Tarr, each present a unique short segment reimagining the city and landscapes around Locarno—city streets, cable cars, the Val Bavona valleys, and Corippo—through varied cinematic lenses.

Twelve young actors, a poetess, and a director spend together three months in a theater in the middle of woods. Every day the poet Mariangela Gualtieri writes poetry drawing inspiration from the girls and guys themselves.The group of actors is trained by the director Cesare Ronconi to become a chorus, a unique body compact on stage. At the same time every actor is pushed to fathom their own solitude. The winter wood around the theater becomes the labyrinth to face where everyone looses themselves.

A collective of fifteen emerging directors, guided by Tarr, each present a unique short segment reimagining the city and landscapes around Locarno—city streets, cable cars, the Val Bavona valleys, and Corippo—through varied cinematic lenses.