How are Moments of Historical Transition Reverberated on Film?
Gianfranco Rosi, Jakob Brossmann, Melis Behlil

Festival Talks

April 10, 2016 / 18:30

Pera Film hosts a series of events in the context of the 35th Istanbul Film Festival, organized by the Istanbul Foundation for Culture and Arts (IKSV). As part of Festival Talks, Gianfranco Rosi, Jakob Brossmann and Melis Behlil come together on Sunday, April 10th at 18:00.

Wars, environmental disasters, social unrest, refugee crises and their social consequences naturally reverberate on film. As part of the state of affairs, documentary cinema predominantly benefits the prevalence of modern communication technologies and new opportunities in film. In current moments of historical and social transition, what is the role that documentaries take on? How are these dynamics depicted on film? Documentarians Gianfranco Rosi and Jakob Brossman, whose films are in the Festival programme, together with film critic and academic Melis Behlil, will interrogate the state of the world through the lens of documentary film.

Free of admissions. The talk will be in English with simultaneous translation to Turkish.
Limited space, drop in.

 

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