Filmform presents a live streamed screening in collaboration with C-Print, aired on this spot at the Filmform website on Tuesday, 28th April at 8 PM, local time. The film programme is a preview of one of many FILMFORM RE:VIEW-editions that will be presented physically later this year. The programme has been curated by Ashik and Koshik Zaman, founders of the magazine and art platform C-Print.
Livestream (Starting 28th April 8PM, CEST):
The screening is arranged with support from Stockholms Stad. Filmform is supported by the Ministry of Culture through the Arts Grants Committee and the Swedish Arts Council.
Programme: Smashed to pieces in the still of the night
Works distributed by Filmform
No End
Petra Lindholm
2005, 00:05:14
La la la lucha
Mårten Nilsson
1999, 00:11:02
CIGAR
Annika Larsson
1999, 00:07:13
Lunatic
Åsa Ersmark
2012, 00:05:42
Without a Cause (Tomas)
Conny Karlsson Lundgren
2010, 00:10:50
You Don’t Love Me Yet
Johanna Billing
2003, 00:07:43
Close
Pernilla Zetterman
2001, 00:03:10
Smashed to pieces in the still of the night
“Are you watching WWE Raw?”, he says, sitting down next to me on his couch. “It’s so stupid”, he continues, while jerking his head.
I know it isn’t. And I know it’s only stupid in the context of us. At night sometimes, I’m struck by the urge to film him sleeping with my phone, just to savour the moment of it having happened. That we were once this close. And that I got to watch the ebb and flow of his body breathing in the dark.
Smashed to pieces (in the still of night) reads Lawrence Weiner’s work towering over the city which I’ve come to love. A city where I was a night nurse and merely a visitor, and he always the host. Weiner’s words always used to appear emblematic of us, until his work no longer was and one day ceased from its ground.
–
Smashed to pieces in the still of the night is a film program curated by C-print which retells in fragments a personal story about lust, struggle, perversion and alienation, by way of the prior storytelling of others. A story which recalls memories from a foreign city in which you loved yourself and the crisp nocturnal air.
– Ashik Zaman & Koshik Zaman