My love, my love for cinema. I grew up
watching classic movies, Black and white films, mostly from Hollywood, two per
week, minimum, sometimes even five. I felt in love with the magic of the
cinema. The music, the photography, the cameras, all the technique behind, the
told histories, the scripts, the dialogues, every director and his peculiar
perspective of filming the plot....but the most attractive bit, the actors and
their work.
When a movie was good, I totally accepted
the history I was watching, in the facts I was seeing. Beyond believing in the
actors and their interpretation, I felt like their characters. I was
empathising so much that I was getting into the role.
I had dreams where I was a witness of that
golden age in Hollywood. I prowl around the sets. I met Hitchcock. I observed Gene
Kelly rehearsing a choreography before shooting. I saw how Katherine Hepburn was
preparing herself for a role. I dreamt of meeting them all, of being one like
them. Someone with the possibility of doing what they do and they do: suffer,
love, hate....and convince to whoever is watching me that what is happening is
real. To be able to provoke something in the spectator, to touch the audience
the same way I felt.
