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jesus was italian. we know this indisputably.

god's plan

you walk onto the street in rural sicily. you are the only person who has forgotten Easter Sunday. you see 12, 9-foot Apostle effigies clobbering towards you. what do you do?

As advertised.
I wish Christian ideology was nearly as appealing as Christian pageantry.

De Seta’s shorts take the form of a documentary haiku that posit an equitable value between people and places. Shots of people in a parade are juxtaposed by shots of a sea or the sky; not to make qualitative judgements or thematic connections, but to present a transient simultaneity of existence.

Quite literally what the title implies, this short focuses on the celebration, music, and culture surrounding Easter in Sicily, ranging from re-enactments of Christ’s crucifixion to parades with large puppets. Sometimes it’s just nice to be transported to a different place, in a different time.

Rapturous and terrifying.

Getting lost in these films.

This is the only De Seta short that doesn't get 5 stars. All this easter shit sucks ass compared to the nice pole climbing party in The Forgotten.

A meticulous and non-exotic look into a tradition which reminds me how much nations look a like in their theatrical rituals. This was very close to what we call Taazieh in Iran which has ancient roots.

Esse aqui é o meu favorito

It doesn't look like these Sicilian villagers ever wash the Jesus. It was looking a little threadbare and stained when they popped him up on the cross.

Good trumpet stuff at the beginning. I've always said the thing missing from passion play ceremonies is rad trumpets

De Seta’s shorts take the form of a documentary haiku that posit an equitable value between people and places. Shots of people in a parade are juxtaposed by shots of a sea or the sky; not to make qualitative judgements or thematic connections, but to present a transient simultaneity of existence.

this was some wickerman shit.

4 stars just because it’s probably my least favorite of the De Seta docs we’ve seen so far. But it’s still very good—rush to the nearest theater!

Fuckin Catholics

sicilian things

Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
From twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holding 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime

oh how i would hoot and holler to see a massive paper-maché jesus run down the road these days.

No Easter bunny

Easter is so nuts. Friday: reenacting the gruesome execution of God’s only son under a glowering apocalyptic sky, voices in harmony laying His body to rest. Sunday: The Running of the Big Head Boys

Seems a lot better than a workday in Sicily.