LO STORYTELLING DI FILMGOOD: CARE INTERNATIONAL Dear Daddy

CARE INTERNATIONAL Dear Daddy
Scritto da Schjaerven (Oslo)
Regia di Jakob Strom (Tangrystan Productions, Oslo)
 
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Dopo il break natalizio, LO STORYTELLING si prenderà un periodo sabbatico. Durante questi due anni la rubrica ha dato spazio non solo a filmati che portano avanti l’arte dello storytelling ma anche, per non dire specialmente, a storie che provocano, ispirano e vogliono provare a cambiare alcune brutte abitudini della società. Così vi facciamo gli auguri di Natale con questo commovente filmato di cinque minuti per la sede norvegese dell’onlus Care International. Sebbene la campagna sia nata per evidenziare gli abusi sessuali e la violenza domestica, Dear Daddy dice molto, molto di più.
 
Creato dall’agenzia Schjaerven (Oslo) and diretta da Jakob Strom, il filmato è un’emozionante lettera di una bambina non ancora nata. Narrato da Emma Watson in modo a volte tremolo ma sempre contenuto, il testo dà voce all’innocenza, all’incertezza, alla paura, al senso di vergogna e di colpa che l’inquietante spirale di confusione può provocare nelle menti di tante ragazze che crescono in un mondo di adulti.
 
‘Dear Daddy’ quindi diventa ‘Dear Modern Society’, e il filmato prende una direzione diversa dall’accusare i toni spesso volgari dei social media che oggi causano un danno immenso all’autostima delle ragazze. E’ appunto la mancanza di minaccia nella fisionomia dei maschi nel filmato che dimostra a chi la lettera sia veramente indirizzata. Dear Daddy è una delicata ma forte provocazione che ci costringe a guardare nel nostro cuore e a farci una domanda fondamentale che riguarda la nostra personale responsabilità.
 
Filmgood e LO STORYTELLING augura a tutti i suoi lettori e spettatori un sereno Natale.
 
VOICE OVER
Dear Daddy, I just wanted to thank you for looking after me so well, even though I’m not yet born. I know you already try harder than Superman. You won’t even let Mummy eat sushi. But I need to ask you a favour. Warning: it’s about boys. Because, you see, I will be born a girl, which means that by the time I’m fourteen, the boys in my class will have called me a whore, a bitch, a cunt and many other things. It’s just for fun of course. Something boys do. So you won’t worry. And I understand that. Perhaps you did the same when you were young. Trying to impress some of the other boys. I’m sure you didn’t mean anything by it. But still, some of the people won’t get the joke.  And funnily enough it isn’t any of the girls. It’s some of the boys. So by the time I turn sixteen a couple of the boys will have snuck their hands down my pants while I’m so drunk I can’t even stand straight. And although I say no, they just laugh. It’s funny, right? If you saw me, Daddy, you would be so ashamed. Because I’m wasted. No wonder I’m raped when I’m twenty-one! Twenty-one and on my way home in a taxi driven by the son of a guy you went swimming with every Wednesday. The guy who always told insulting jokes. But they were of course only jokes. So you laughed. Had you known that his son would end up raping me, you would have told him to get a grip. But how could you know?  He was just a boy, telling weird jokes. And in any case it wasn’t your business. You were just being nice. But his son, raised on these jokes, becomes my business. Then finally I meet Mr Perfect. And you’re so happy for me, Daddy, because he really adores me. And he’s smart, with a great job. And all through the winter he goes cross-country skiing, three times a week just like you. But one day he stops being Mr Perfect. And I don’t know why. Wait! Am I over-reacting? One thing I do know, I’m not the victim type. I’m raised to be a strong and independent woman. But one night it’s just all too much for him. With work, and the in-laws, and the wedding coming up. So he calls me a whore. Just like you called a girl in middle-school a whore once. Then another day, he hits me. I mean, I’m way out of line. I can really be a bitch sometimes. But we’re still the world’s greatest couple, and I’m so confused because I love him and I hate him and I’m not sure if I really did do something wrong. And… and then one day he almost kills me. It all goes black. Even though I have a PhD, a fantastic job, I’m loved by my friends and family, I’m well brought up, and nobody saw this coming. Dear Daddy, this is the favour I want to ask. One thing always leads to another. So please stop it before it gets the chance to begin. Don’t let my brothers call girls whores. Because they’re not. And one day, some little boy might think it’s true. Don’t accept insulting jokes from weird guys by the pool. Or even friends. Because behind every joke there is always some truth. Dear Daddy, I know you will protect me from lions, tigers, guns, cars and even sushi without even thinking about the danger to your own life. But, dear Daddy, I will be born a girl. Please do everything you can so that that won’t stay the greatest danger of all.
 
 
Richard Ronan 
FILMGOOD 
rronan@filmgood.sm