The “Amerykanka” is the headquarters and notorious torture centre of the KGB in Minsk, the capital of Belarus, the last dictatorship in Europe. Immediately following a protest against the results of the presidential elections of 19 December, 2010, a number of opposition members were arrested, among them Alyaksandr Fyaduta. He was detained at the “Amerykanka” over a period of three months, 50 days of which he spent in solitary confinement. During that time he wrote “American Poems”, the book on which this courageous and formally unusual film by Viktar Korzun is based. It revolves around Alyaksandr Fyaduta: his arrest, interrogations, humiliations, life in prison, though he appears not in a traditional interview setting but as an active agent in front of and in animated prison scenery. The real live image of the “slightly overweight protagonist with glasses”, as Fyaduta self-deprecatingly describes himself, constantly changes into his animated alter ego and vice versa. The way this artistic device, born out of the lack of a real location, is realised reveals a strong taste for playfulness and creates a surprisingly ironic distance both to the events and the state of the country. And perhaps mockery is the only possible attitude left in the face of a government that arrests people, as recently happened, merely for clapping their hands silently and in public.
Matthias Heeder

Summer in a Belarusian village. The media are broadcasting an imminent presidential election – news that might as well come from another galaxy. This 89-year-old woman spends her summer months here, in almost complete isolation, in a wooden house that looks uninhabited from the outside. The garden has run to seed, grass grows everywhere and urgently needs cutting so as not to attract the demolition squad. One or two houses in the village have already been demolished. But who cares? This spot seems to have vanished from the maps long ago. And yet the lady with the hunched back does her daily chores, washes the floors, pours honey from a big tin bucket into a glass, scrubs the white laundry in the garden. In between she rests on her bed, positioning herself so she can look out of the window: on the side. Dmitri Makhomet’s film is pure observation.

Carolin Weidner

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Nominated for MDR Film Prize