The End

THE END: A girl repeatedly throws a watermelon against the wall, crushes it under her feet and devastates it, smearing the kitchen floor. The shots are mounted with an extremely syncopated rhythm so that, in some moments, such a sudden sequence leads them back to photographic images. The sound of the pulp of the watermelon, pounded by the feet of the protagonist, recalls the "click" of the camera. Colors such as lemon yellow, primary red and green prevail. The girl, after having dismembered the watermelon, avidly tastes the juicy contents, until it bites the fruit, thirsty. What is the best way to understand things? Breaking the boundaries, facing them, digging them to the end, scrutinizing the deepest details, savoring them, grasping their essence.