“No es otra película de barcos, Dead Slow Ahead aproxima los espacios olvidados de Allan Sekula, corrompidos por la fiebre de David Lynch”
"Una sútil obra de arte, no hay nada así en el cine de hoy”
"Probablemente el título más pertinente y serio de la edición de este año”
"Brillante hasta la extenuación”
"Una de las peliculas más deslumbrantes de la temporada"
A freighter crosses the ocean. The hypnotic rhythm of its pace reveals the continuous movement of the machinery devouring its workers: the old sailor’s gestures disappearing under the mechanical and impersonal pulse of the 21st century. Perhaps it is a boat adrift, or maybe just the last example of an endangered species with engines still running, unstoppable.
Title: Dead Slow Ahead
Runtime: 74 minutes
Shootinf format: HD
Screening format: DCP
Country of production: Spain
Original language: Tagalog
Subtitles: English · French · Spanish · Catalan
Produced by: El Viaje Films · Bocalupo Films · Nanouk Films
Production year: 2015
Release Date: 11 August 2015 (Locarno Film Festival)
Aspect ratio: 1:1.9
Sound: Dolby 5.1
Director: Mauro Herce
Writers: Manuel Muñoz R. · Mauro Herce
Production: José Alayón (El Viaje Films) · Jasmina Sijercic and Mauro Herce (Bocalupo Films)
Cinematography by: Mauro Herce
Film editing by: Manuel Muñoz R.
Sound department: Daniel Fernández · Alejandro Castillo · Manuel Muñoz R · Carlos E. García · José M. Berenguer
We imagined that we were filming the last ship of mankind; a ship where the crew has not realized that the world has come to an end and continues to perform mechanical actions, subordinated to the needs of this floating steel monster which they keep feeding up to unconsciousness. Dead Slow Ahead is the portrayal of this very contemporary nightmare, with no intention however to condemn it nor to provide a sociological pamphlet. The aim is a different one, it’s about capturing the most primitive and essential images of this universe: the forge where man becomes smaller in the face of a sentence that the exceeding and overwhelming machinery imposes on him. A machine that never rests, just like the numb head of the man who created it or the exhausted sailor who lives on it. All seem to have forgotten the meaning of creation in some foreign corner of the universe.