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I, OF WHOM I KNOW NOTHING

A film written, produced and directed by Pablo Sigg
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2014 / 80 min. / Colour / English / Mexico - Switzerland

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​Not long after Samuel Beckett's death in 1989, John Calder, his London publisher, collaborator and close friend, decided to move to Montreuil, outside Paris, to live in what once was the office and basement of an 8-storey block of apartments constructed after the War.
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World Premiere:
July 2014, FID Festival International de Cinéma, Marseille
 
Selection of presentations & film festivals:
Cinema Zuid, Antwerp, 2014
Hessel Museum, NY, 2014
Cinémathèque Québécoise, Montreal, 2014
Biennale de Montréal, 2014
Festival Internacional de Cine de Mar del Plata, 2014
Festival Internacional de Cine FICUNAM, 2015 
Videodrome 2, Marseille, 2017

Awards:
*Mention Spéciale du Grand Prix de la Compétition Internationale, FID Marseille 2014
*Mención Especial de la Competencia Mexicana, FICUNAM Festival Internacional de Cine de la UNAM 2015

On I, OF WHOM I KNOW NOTHING:
« But no big revelation is to be expected, Sigg isn't carrying out an investigation. He merely observes places and bodies, in a present-day which seems to be drawing the blurred outlines of an eternal limbo. Clearly, Sigg gives a portrait of these protagonists as if they were stepping right off the pages of the Irish writer: a great strength hidden in weariness bordering on drowsiness, a resolve never to assert anything, an involuntary humour, and plenty of room left for the passing of time. No secret is to be disclosed about literature here, except maybe an enigmatic kinship with the hazy image of a vinyl record playing Schubert's Winterreise, one of Beckett's favourites. » (Jean-Pierre Rehm)
>> https://fidmarseille.org/film/2014-i-of-whom-i-know-nothing/

« I always thought of my second feature film, I, of whom I know nothing, as a ghost film. There is, in the first instance, the great spectre that haunts the whole film and whose visible image does not appear once: Samuel Beckett, whose world, in turn, is permanently populated by ghosts. And then there are those ghosts who, like Vladimir and Estragon, remember and invoke other ghosts - they sometimes hear or think they hear their voices in the air and in the wind - and who still dwell, obliquely, fading, in the world of the living. This is how I saw the two protagonists of the film: John Calder, the British publisher, writer and close friend of Beckett, and Billie Whitelaw, the legendary actress at the heart of Beckettian theatre. Today, almost a decade after the production of I, of whom I know nothing, I think that my idea of the film was terribly wrong. John chewing patiently on an endless banana or Billie dozing and waking intermittently in the winter light of his tiny room in Northwood Asylum or the old recording that reveals Beckett's voice reading the poem that concludes his novel Watt, are affected by all the weight and intensity of life. Today I think that they are the living and we are the ghosts; that in the face of Beckett, Calder and Whitelaw, we are mere applicants to life; shadows, perhaps, of their light and a faint reflection of their brightness. » (Pablo Sigg)
>> https://eleco.unam.mx/una-pelicula-de-fantasmas/

Links: 
MUBI >> https://mubi.com/en/mx/films/i-of-whom-i-know-nothing
DAFILMS >> https://americas.dafilms.com/film/9403-i-of-whom-i-know-nothing