I have lived in China for several years.
In 1995, on a bus in Beijing, after sunset, there was no light onboard.
A teenager had given his 6-year-old brother his first Chinese dictionary. The child wanted to start to read so badly, but it was too dark. So the elder brother conjured up a torch out of his pocket, embraced the child, and started teaching him how to read.
That was the first glimmer of the story: two brothers, in China.
Then I realized that one of them had to be a Westerner. Because these days West and East are coming head to head. Just like two brothers: they hate each other, they need each other, they are learning to know each other. I’d like my movie audience to experience a crazy melting pot full of energy, enthusiasm, young people, from all corners of the world – Russian fiddlers, Afro-American jazz-players, Dadaist choreographers and Bauhaus designers, with a will to build a new future and a wit unknown today in the Old Continent.
Shanghai in the ‘30s was just that: not a dolled-up town, but a disheveled metropolis.
The story is set in the Thirties, but it feels like we are speaking about today’s brain-drain out of Europe and into Asia and the mounting unrest among European youth.
Huge thanks to those who helped me build this story: Serena Brugnolo and Marianna Cappi.
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