As an artist, do you ever go through moments of hopelessness about the future of your art?
Yes, sometimes I lose a little hope. It’s getting more and more difficult to finance films, and if I was to start the finance for The Beast today I wouldn’t be able to make the film. I began financing for it in 2020, but I wouldn’t be able to today. Of course, the gap between the successes and failures of film is getting bigger and bigger and I think there is a loss of curiosity in spectators.
That’s why festivals are so important and are becoming more and more important. We are going through a huge mutation of cinema and it’s impossible to know where this mutation will drive us in even five years. Are streaming platforms going to eat everyone or are they going to crash? The current state of film is becoming more important than films themselves. But maybe it’s just a period.
How do you find the hope to keep on going?
By dreaming. Daydreaming. I love making films. The set is the place where I feel best, where I am protected from the real world, which I fear deeply. So I still have the desire to make films. When you close your eyes and dream of an image, you find the strength to keep going because you want these images to exist in the world. When I lose faith, I go back to these desires.
Has the reaction to The Beast appeased some of those anxious feelings?
I was so, so, so nervous during the first screenings because I worked so hard. Especially with a film like this, which is quite special, I wondered if people were going to receive it in a good way. I was so happy in Venice because, from what I read, people understood the film. The articles that came out were not only positive but they were interesting, too, as if the film pushes the critics to write interesting things, to think, and to go beyond analyzing just the story and the format. This is very pleasant for me.
Since we are talking about the lines that unite art and emotion, has any piece of art moved you lately?
I just finished a book that really moved me. It’s called Karoo by Steve Tesich. It was written in the ’90s, and the author died just before it was published. A very heartbreaking book.