Giacomo Abbruzzese
Disco Boy

Similarities to Full Metal Jacket, Apocalypse Now, Predator, Ragtime, but it's not. Revisionism of war, revisionism of racism, revisionism of survival, revisionism of brotherhood, revisionism of escape, revisionism of horror...

The film drowns in the Niger River delta; the protagonists actually drown, and those who are alive are already drowned and, a nasty thing, they begin to realize it; the viewers are led to an existential drowning that offers no escape with that Italo-disco strobe ball illuminating the lack of human harmony possessed by the subhuman mass.

More than "Legion", real life is foreign to us, but when it manifests, there is a point of no return: "leave everything and follow me".
Vitalic's music opens to an alienating discotheque from start to finish.

The material, the flesh, the body are treated from a psychic vision of the awareness of suffering. You play the game, but you're not there, the approach to the truth of things is "trained" as if we are not this body. Right there at the point, there is no narrative within the narrative, and everything flows smoothly like motorboats on the still river, the inertia of "everything happens". Aleksei, when burying the "enemy", gives a worthy burial to Jomo and to himself, disobeying the "slaughter". There it is, the disco of dancing souls.

Utopia is synonymous with freedom, chaos that of life. Life is not made with life, chaos is positive and regenerating from the perspective of rising from the abyss. Freedom is utopia, but it exists. We must start everything "differently".

The Italian director's explosive debut wins a Silver Lion in Berlin this year with this true "peace mission", out of fashion from the "winds of war" that are gripping us today, therefore indispensable. Giacomo Abbruzzese magnificently considers nothing, does not judge, there is nothing to judge. Everything is inside us.

The infrared vision of death reverses putrefaction into an alien dance, into a brotherly embrace with our inner God. The chilling thermal camera warms our hearts. This ravaged Africa, this black race raped without mercy, this superb black race with an astonishing animal royalty...

Udoka has all the missing links on his golden dress, the lost links of human brotherhood. How can we hate and destroy what we also are? What remains for us but to stop and dance, to try to recover the affinity with the stars that is hidden within us, to propose our frontier of the universe and align it with those of our brothers and realize that it is the same, invisible. Dance...

The cleft lip scar of the white protagonist tickles our incisors too. With the heterochromatic eyes of the black protagonists, twin brother sun sister moon, we also see the compassion of real life: "to die, to sleep, perchance to dream".
"Score for the team of the defeated... What remains for us but the eternal will to score for the team of the defeated?"

Two glasses of Bordeaux, merci. À la santé! The angels dance to this soundtrack. Let's dance...

DISCO BOY