My Winnetou | movie
EXCERPTS FROM VOICE OVER
[…] At home he turns on the TV (a very big one) for me and puts in “Geronimo” on DVD.
The longer the film goes on, the more uncomfortable I feel.
Ray is asleep when the film is over. Suddenly he seems to me incredibly alien, and I to him.
He shows me his son’s room, where I can sleep. Below a giant tail bustle, which Ray made of eagle feathers for his son. I brush my teeth. The bed smells of detergent.
I don’t sleep a wink all night. I don’t know what has happened. I feel illegitimate in a place which is not mine. A landscape which belongs to these people.
I already know all the events of the movie from books, but the images of the movie somehow turn them into something tangible, and especially to this specific place.
All night, half-asleep, I keep brooding over what I can possibly do and feel so incredibly silly and am fucking mad at Karl May.