Aesthetics of Dislocation

Ivan’s woman (2011)

Chilean director Francisca Silva’s feature, Ivan’s Woman, is a dark, chilling portrayal of 40-year-old Ivan and his 15-year-old captive, Natalia. When Natascha Kampusch was kidnapped in Vienna at the age of 10, it wowed the world by the paradoxical relationship that was generated between her and her abductor. Inspired by this story, Director Francisca Silva brings us her opera prima - Ivan's woman.

Since she was a little girl, Natalia lives captive in Ivan’s house. Though Ivan plays a dominant figure over Natalia, she accommodates the present situation of her life in order to live and they live like a family. Everything changes when she has her sexual awakening; the kidnapper’s power begins to weaken. Ivan begins to show his desire for love and a woman’s companionship. The house is transformed into an amoral theatre of war, in which Ivan and Natalia struggle with each other, exchanging love for freedom. With the young woman's coming of age, they find themselves acquiring a new level of intimacy. Spurred on by their isolation from the world, closed limits of captivity and most importantly the extinction of moral values, the movie is a wonderful fusion of love, lust, freedom and companionship.

Filmistaan (2012)

Directed by Nitin Kakkark, Filmistaan succeeds as a movie about the magic of movies, with their power to unite audiences who breathlessly take in the sights and sounds of another world. The movie projects the life of an aspiring Indian actor who has been abducted and a Pakistani who smuggles pirated Hindi movies. The idea of co-existence is undeniable in Filmstaan, where kidnapped Indian production grunt Sunny bonds with his Pakistani captors over their shared love of Bollywood. The movie transcends to the human relationship beyond the borders of geographical and political differences

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