Review Film: Every Wall is A Door
A life’s memory in its own reality. Every Wall is A Door (2017) is trying to re-read the reality through relation of a children and his mom. VHS cassettes which is the mother’s relics take a role as the bridge between the 2 realities that separated by the time. The cassettes then rearranged to 58 minutes of Bulgaria’s national tv program’s snippets, ‘Version M’ where a woman journalist was filed some philosophical question towards a group of inter-class individual.
That question then bringing the audience into the different reality. The end of cold war, The Fall od Berlin Wall, and Sovyet Uniot pushed the raising of social-politics change movement in East Europe, no exception Bulgaria. Television is not about elite party mistification anymore. Public space from television to city part becomes combat arena between hippies’ song and satire from people who doesn’t understand about the context of public space.
Short euphoria before democration becomes a mere jargon in television. Until then basic necessities goods disappeared from distribution. But no one care as long as Uncle Sam still feeding you illution about the better tomorrow. Other civilizations are inferior in front of them who won World War II and Cold War. Then, the answer of every third world problems are development a la capitalism, according of President Reagan, it succeed in making US become the top of human civilization.
The development that is after two decades didn’t bring Bulgaria to anywhere except secceed in being NATO member on 2004, and European Union in 2007. The development that didn’t give even a space to talk about the darkness of the past. About concentration camps that were become complicated when democration reducted into power transfer process from and elite to another, and this was that happened in Bulgaria after 1989. Making 10 November 1989 is a mere nomber for Bulgarian People. Then, is it wrong to have hope?
The effort to blur 2 different realities that done by Elitza Gueorguieva in this film is no other than a step for someone to make peace with their memory. A step that should be done by Bulgaria as a nation state, if they want to move forward. Forget the elite and its political intrics, because reconciliation process is always started from the most private spaces.
Memory is so magical, like a children’s thought about his/her mother. Maybe it is because he lived in different reality, and won’t ever die. Then, every effor to erase the memory in any scale wil bee useless. A lesson that couldn’t ever be understand by any truth regime. Until here, seems like everything is clear that this is a story abot reconciliation in the most personal form, with self, so that we don’t get trapped in romantic narration about the past or hope that becomes free market commodity.