A noi rimane il mondo
  PerSo Cinema Italiano

DIRECTOR’S NOTES

Observing the Wu Ming Foundation in a precise instant is equivalent to observing a fresco, grasping its harmony, accepting it, and at the same time perceiving that that contemplation returns nothing more than an instant, an illusion of coherence in a flow of history that has stretched to that point and from that point has then continued to flow. These collective fragments, these pockets of resistance that appear in very different virtual and real moments and places, must necessarily be stitched together so that the source code appears through the sum of the parts. There is a dichotomy that I have always found perfect in Wu Ming’s production. It is an obvious fascination with aesthetic rigor combined with a taste for composition and a certain order in constructing the narrative as an antithesis to the indomitable explosion of the archive (understood as a component of historical and documented reality) that tears apart any possibility of controlled formalism and permeates all narratives with unpredictability. It seems an impossible coexistence, and yet it is in this constant tension that I find the deepest meaning of Wu Ming, the magic recipe that allows everything to become an electric shock that runs up your spine while you are spellbound observing the world.