28/10/2013

The island of flowers smells like garbage

The irony appears from the beginning and over a black background and with stark cynicism we can read ‘This is not a fiction film’, ‘There is a place called the Island of Flowers’ and ‘God does not exist’. The rhetoric continues to parody and laughter is installed with a repetitive sequence of images and concepts that seem be explained to an alien.

From tomato to the tower of Babel, from a perfume seller to the global economy, from barter to Capitalism, from Da Vinci to the atomic bomb, everything is rational, explanatory, looking a place for each element and a site for each phenomenon within the apparent human logic, with its highly developed brain and its opposable thumbs.

But this stubborn repetition of a logic of concepts and relations of ideas merely highlight the illogic of the situation of human being and what we see begins to hurt, irony slaps us and plot is revealed. There is no more reason for laughter, from now we will see all that is hidden beneath the rhetorical explanations and reveals the destiny of man, a man who did not win their rights as a citizen and therefore should dispute the garbage to pigs.

Jorge Furtado directed this short documentary in 1989 using the route that makes a tomato as a basis to formulate a critique of human misery, making clear the chain of relationships that construct and make it invisible, place it as a logical part of the social and economic order in which we live and that because its continuance in time it already seems essential and not accidental.