TÜóïò Ðáõëüðïõëïò: The Extras
KALFAYAN Gallery
22 November - 3 December

When clothes' pegs were still wooden, I saw my first
film: Tom Sawyer turned backwards! The church courtyard was packed,
and I had to squeeze behind the makeshift screen of the traveling
municipal cinema. One Sunday morning in a neighborhood movie theater,
Mascista, the freer of slaves had already caught a whale while fishing
on a “Cinecitta” beach, even before the opening credits!
Perhaps it was that image that led me, subconsciously, to the design
of this
year's poster for the Thessaloniki International Film Festival. The
“fisherman” in a suit has just fished a piece of film,
or is he just using the film as bait to catch “whales”?
In any event, we, the audience, can safely mutter “Feast your
eyes on this!” Then I began cutting
school and watching two movies a day, tricking the grocer into paying
me for the empty bottles of beer that I had just stolen from his
crates! The usher would walk by every so often and spray us with
insecticide. Next came X-rated movies at open-air theaters which
I watched from neighboring buildings under construction or friends'
balconies. In the summer, in a seaside village, in the yard of a
house which was occasionally converted into a cinema, we would watch
the films announced earlier by a Òtown-crier” with a megaphone,
together with the “cinŽphile” chickens in the nearby
chicken coop! Time went by and, after many years abroad as a college
student, I came home
to Greece. The first job I got was as an extra! The film's English
costume-designer insisted I dress up as a priest because I'd grown
a beard! In the end, I dressed as a worker “of the period”.
The extras dressed as “aristocrats” were puffed up with
pride and jostled each other for a close-up. I would clock-in, disappear,
and then come
back at the end of the day to collect my dayÕs wages. Eventually,
I got caught, and despite the fact that the gay costume-designer
had taken a liking to me, I was fired. And thus my career in the
movies came to an inglorious end. All these incidents and many others
recently passed before my eyes like a movie and became the “driving
force” behind my work. I combimed a little Picasso with a little
Almüdovar and a little Karaghiozi, and settled back in my seat to
hiss at the “bad guys””!
Tassos Pavlopoulos
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