Dreams: a Tribute to Federico Fellini by David Lynch

Claudio Gasparotto with the Movimento Centrale Dance & Theater Collective staged a fresco of bodies to intercept the invisible: an event suspended in time and space.

Lynch’s cinematic images — painterly, nonconformist, disturbing, perverse, sweet — are the perfect manifestation of an incomparable and unattainable storytelling style.

The performative action of the MC Collective in the halls of Castel Sismondo guided the audience through the complex treasure chest of perceptions, stories, and dreams of the director through a visual and dreamlike narrative. An adventure into interiority.

The exhibition, organized by the Fellini Foundation of Sion, was brought to Rimini, in a national preview, as part of “La Settima Arte — Cinema e Industria,” the event held from May 3 to 5 at Castel Sismondo and organized by Confindustria Romagna, Khairos Srl (Cinema Fulgor and Cinema Settebello), University of Bologna — Rimini Campus, with the collaboration of the Municipality of Rimini.

The exhibition continues at the Primo Piano Gallery in Rimini, where it will remain until July 14.


I’m waiting here

The performing art is freely inspired by Rabbits, the series of seven short films written, directed, and edited by David Lynch in 2002.

The themes of the short films fit into Lynch’s philosophy of cinema and life, where “in an unnamed city, drenched in incessant rain, three rabbits coexist with a terrible mystery.”


Rabbits: lo script

I’m going to find out one day.
When will you tell it?
Were there any calls?
What time is it?
I have a secret.
There have been no calls today.
I am not sure.
A coincidence.
Do not forget that today is Friday.
Where was it?
I hear someone.
There is something I would like to say to you, Suzie.
Oh?

It must be after 7:00 PM
I have heard those things being said before.
I will bet you are both wondering.
It is still raining.
I have misplaced it. I am sure of it now.
All day.
It was a man in a green suit.
Why?
It may even be later.
I am going to get them.
Where was I?
I only wish that they would go somewhere.
I almost forgot.
Were you blonde?
Suzie?
I could hear it also.
When it happens, you will know it.
Something’s wrong.
Cold.
Siren.
Dark.
Smiling teeth.
Moving wing, fingers.
Smoke.
Oil.
Heat.
Mirror.
Smear of blood.
Eye opened.
Darkness.
All wet.
But in bed.
Thorn.
Bug in bed, crawling.
Over?
Moose.
There was a call for you,
earlier in the day.
We are not going anywhere.
I almost forgot.
I knew that was what happened
each time I thought about it.
Are you going to tell?
It is the rain.
I was wondering
when Suzie was going to do that.
Who was it?
It must be the rain.

It is 11:15 PM, it is dark outside.
Quiet.
Let me tell you.
I do not think it is the rain.
He goes to work each morning, and then he comes back home each night.
It may have been a coincidence.
It did not happen that way.
Distant siren.
An old warm rug.
A dog crawls.
Something’s wrong.
Something’s wrong.
The dog crawls.
Lights blown out.
A wind.
Dark.
Smiling teeth.
A swollen tongue.
The dog crawls.
The socket drips.
Disease.
Hot.
Electricity.
Barbed wire.
Sharp.
Tearing open, red.
And wiggeling, wet dogs.
Running swollen blue feet.
Tearing, scraping.
Black, old blood.
Yellow saliva.
Dark room.
Broken window.
Green tear.
Vinyl.
Knife.
Blood.
Burn.
Bulb.
Legs high.
Cold.
When did you say that?
It was the voice of a man.
I do not think it will be much longer now.
Where is it that you think I meant?
I was speaking about the other night.
I do not know where Jack is.
I was near the harbor after it happened.
It was raining.

It is 8:35 PM.
Who was on the phone?
It is still raining.
It has always been like that.
When did you go out?
I have known since I was seven.
It happens all the time.
There is no moon tonight.
I said it looks like it is still raining.
Where was it exactly, do you remember?
Is it that late?
Since then?
And getting darker.
An old warm rug.
A dog crawls.
Something’s wrong.
The dog crawls.
Lights blow out.
A wind.
Dark.
Smiling teeth.
A swollen tongue.
The dog crawls.
The socket drips.
Disease.
Hot.
Electricity.
Barbed wire.
Sharp.
Tearing open, red.
And wiggeling, wet dogs.
Running swollen blue feet.
Tearing, scraping.
Black, oil blood.
Yellow saliva.
Dark room.
Broken window.
Band Aid, old grease cotton.
Grean tear.
Vinyl knife.
Steam blood.
Burn.
Bulk.
Chord.
Bugs wiggle on their backs.
Legs high.
Ceiling drip.
Cold distant siren.
Distant ships.
Distant ships.
Distant ships.
Moving wing.
Fingers.
Old skin.
Smoke.
Oil heat
Mirror.
Smear of blood.
Eye opens darkness.
I saw it too.
I am not sure.
I went earlier, when it was just light.
I need to tell you something.
It was red.
Did he say anything?
You could not do anything?
No one can know about this.
It happened to me only once.
It’s past midnight!
All day.
There is something here!
It happened like that earlier.
Who could have known?
I heard it too.
Do not forget what I have told you.
And then, there it was.
No. Nothing.
Well then, it must be very dark.
It was the man in the green coat.
I wonder who I will be?

— David Lynch / Rabbits (2002)