Time: 9:45 pm
Writer/Director: Margarita Manda
Duration (2009): 85 min
Athens, today. Three siblings face the prospect of selling their family home. The potential buyers will tear it down and erect a modern building in its place. Alexis defends the sale, documenting his position with the financial benefits that this will bring. Anna reacts negatively. For her their family home is the memory of her childhood. Amalia hesitates in making a decision, trapped between her emotional reservations and the practical needs. The heroes are in conflict with themselves in a city that is in conflict with the memory of its history. The sale of the family home functions as a pretext for the heroes to bring to light their interpersonal relations. The image they have of each other in absentia, the “non dit” that characterizes family ties and reveals raw wounds when the surface of childhood is scratched. A surface sprinkled with gold dust, like a fairytale. But the fairytale is weakened by a chance occurrence. A message from the past functions as a catalyst, prompting the heroes to make their own mark in their own age. To find a balance between the debt of memory and the debt of forgetfulness. To come of age, taking the present of their own lives in their hands.
“Gold Dust” is a film born of a need. My personal need to talk about my city, Athens. A city which is being transformed daily, eradicating the traces of its past life. A city that is being “globalized” with no respect, no aesthetic. I wanted the story of my heroes, born and living in Athens to mirror the transformation of this city, following the pace of a life that is mechanical and at times inhuman.
I thought of a story of personal appraisals at a decisive age: the forties. The age when losses of every sort are irreversible. The age when time still lies open before us and invites us to look at the life we have lived straight in the eye. To talk about things we’ve never said. To manage our past. To redefine our present. To redesign our future.