5 May 2019 | paoloedipo
Yara is a rare film in the way that it is not encumbered with a classic narrative.
Its singular simplicity makes it not a hollow or empty film, but filled with a free space, where the spectator can freely enter and circulate with the characters. These actors and landscapes, so lovingly filmed, seem familiar to us, by the mere presence of a camera that seems inhabited by the belief in its own power.
It's pure cinema, because the film, by its absolute faith in the cinema, proves that it does have a power of incarnation that has to do with magic.
Yara is the only film I know which, starting by the most concrete reality, reaches a poetic metaphor, almost passing, to put it quickly, from the most raw documentary to the purest fiction.