GODS IN OLYMPUS

'Gods in Olympus'

Here I am with my pinky of the left hand broken and casted for a stupid fall in the attempt to catch a bus. When something like this happens it is always an excuse to make a sort of balance of your life, pros and cons, and why this thing happened...

I like to say that the gods in the mount Olympus are good or bad to you if you make them angry or happy.

Well, in my case it is very interesting that it happens in a moment in which I have to go back to Los Angeles to work with my editor Annette Kash, to finish 'bollezzumme'. Now, by cause of this small accident, I cannot go to LA maybe for other 3 or 4 weeks.... a small disaster!!! Probably the gods are angry at me because I have been jerking long enough with this editing and I agree with them. 

I have written on this blog that it takes me always a long time to digest the material that I shoot and consequently to finish the editing. It is absolutely a long painful process. Sometimes it could also be pleasurable but, have no doubt, it is a sort of masturbation. Go back in the blog and check 'the creative process' post.

I am crying for help. Help to understand why it takes so long to deliver the ending of this project. The few people, mostly in New York and Los Angeles, who have seen the edited cut, did like it, the photography, the music, the sequence of the scenes and of the characters, each with their own suggestions or personal agenda, of course. But why I cannot grab the bull by the horns and finish and show the final product and move on in promoting it, selling it, distributing or participating in festivals or whatever? I know that some of my friends are disappointed and my investor is disappointed while others are just curious to see what I have done with my life in these last thirty months, two and a half year....!

This is a blog open to the world. So comments, thoughts, insults, compliments are allowed and welcome. Give me some interesting contribution, some kind of help, e. g. a kick in the ass.

I also have a very personal question that I am unable to answer: How much of myself I have to say, tell, present, show....?  Is this a film about Genova and its Historical Center, or is it an excuse to talk about me and about what those streets and alleys and squares have inspired me? Where is the balance between the stories that I collected, the places I show, and their meaning for me? My friend Garret who has been helping me in many capacities and different moments, since the beginning told me: 'Be personal and poetic'. Thanks Garret because when I am lost I think about those two words. 

I know also that I am writing those thoughts in English, excluding who does not speak or read or write in English. Since the beginning of this project my goal has been to show Genova (and myself ...?) to the English speaking world.

Example: shall I write Genoa or Genova? Let's start from this simple, stupid, banal question. How do you prefer me to identify my city, in Italian or in English...?

Thank you. Until the next of my masturbatory thinking.

Ciao and grazie.