WHAT IT IS
Uprooted by infidelity and the crushing weight of the Vancouver housing crisis, a volatile man descends into a predatory multi-level marketing scheme. As his external world shrinks into barred windows and low ceilings, his repressed trauma surfaces in a visceral collision of self-destruction and the desperate search for a 'home' that may no longer exist.
SYNOPSIS:
Dante is a man being milled by the city. After a hollowed-out breakup, he is forced into a survivalist stasis on a friend's couch. The Vancouver streets offer no shelter, only the 'UForge' hustle—a predatory MLM led by a charismatic street-influencer who promises exit to 'Mars' while living in a borrowed trap-house. As Dante’s search for a room leads him to basement suites with bars on the windows and showers he’s too tall to stand in, his internal stability collapses.
Through a series of improvised, raw encounters—from a violent kitchen ritual to a cold boardroom audit with a 'Guru' of failure—Dante’s CPTSD manifests as a sensory breakdown. Influenced by the Dardenne brothers and Gaspar Noé, the film moves from the claustrophobia of stasis to a vulnerable cinematic exorcism, eventually breaking the fourth wall to reveal the filmmaker’s own shadow in the ruins of the fiction.
DIRECTOR'S STATEMENT:
In Memories of Who I Am, I utilize the framework of auto-etho-fiction to perform a diagnostic audit on the haunting shadow of my own Complex-PTSD and its affect on the landscape of masculinity in my life. Influenced by Gilles Deleuze's "Powers of the False", the film rejects the filtered comfort of linear truth in favour of "invention" through "creative story-telling."
By match-cutting between my own image and the fictionalized "Dante", I am investigating parts of a personal history that are too heavy to carry yet inevitably performed in our most intimate failures.
Generation Loss
The opening sequence is a letter film, recorded in a POV from my digital GH5s as I walk from the front of my apartment to my mirror. I ran the footage through a VHS loop to create degradation of the footage, called generation loss. The VHS is reminiscent of the movies I watched at home as a child, but haunted by the Complex-PTSD I experienced at that age. A flurry of mismatched texts, various voice overs, and levels of generation loss create a sensory overload before seeing myself in the mirror in a POV shot, then match cutting to a POV of the protagonist without the camera.
Camera as Consciousness
My camera philosophy is a collision between the guerilla tactics of modern vlogging and the improvisational soul of John Cassavetes. By operating the camera myself— acting as a one-person camera crew— I eliminated the noise and clutter of a traditional production. This was a tactical choice, allowing me to infiltrate civic spaces discretely. With a light footprint, I gained access to the city's rawest spaces, using the camera not as a spectator, but as a pen— a Gaspar Noe-inspired consciousness that reacts to the actor's impulses in real-time.
Invasive Stasis vs Kinetic Collapse
The visual language is rooted in structural conflict between stasis and motion. A motionless camera records Dante's cold and hollow apartment bedroom, his paralysis prison. Once cast to the city's community deprived streets, marred by the occasional spontaneous interaction or get-rich-quick schemes, like "UForge", by his ex, the camera movement becomes aggressive, invasive in its proximity, and instills the paranoia of surveillance in the digital age onto the actors. The frame becomes unstable, red lining alongside Dante's dysregulation, before returning to a haunting stasis once he is forced back into the "generation loss" of his childhood home.
Ritual of the Return
Upon his return, the camera loop closes, bringing Dante back into the digital lens of my phone. From degraded VHS footage of myself, to the clinical harshness of digital GH5s footage, and then to a low fidelity webcam, my laptop, and then my phone, the film serves as a cinematic manual reset. The final, meditative image, of low-fidelity leaves on a stream, is not a narrative resolution, but a cinematic ritual of grounding. It is a testament to the labor of emotional regulation and the painful, necessary journey of looking directly at one’s own shadow to find a way back to the self.
DURATION:
115m
Country of Origin:
Canada
FORMAT:
Digital (4k/HD), Analog VHS, Mobile
Aspect Ratio:
1.78:1
Sound:
Stereo/2.0
Language:
English
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