But where the danger is, also grows the saving power.
This is a sentence by the poet Friedrich Hölderlin that would perfectly define contemporary filmmaking: films speaking about uncertain times, powerless characters, vanishing landscapes, mistrusting images, endless ways of detachment. Our films are indeed addressing a Solastalgic moment, marked by a strong common feeling: the loss of sense of belonging. They are witnessing the rupture between the self and the world. And as filmmakers, a question opens: Which would be the right images to show this rupture? Does a Solastalgic image exist? What would be it? And a Solastalgic voice?