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la Biennale di Venezia
Main Visual Sezione Cinema EN (new)


70th Venice International Film Festival

Director: Alberto Barbera

28th August > 7th September 2013

Final Cut in Venice

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An Egyptian gangster, El Ott, divorced his wife, Salma, and left the family soon after his daughter, Amina, was mysteriously kidnapped and lost in Cairo. El Ott discovers that Fathi, a human and organ trafficking monster boss, has recently kidnapped street children from his neighborhood, in order to sell their organs.

Note: the screening on August 31 at 4:45 pm is reserved for Industry pass holders
31 August 16:45 - Sala Pasinetti FINAL CUT IN VENICE El Ott (The Cat) by Ibrahim El-Batout - Egypt, 42' (110') work-in-progress
language: Arabic - s/t English
Amr Waked, Farouk Al Fishawy, Salah Al Hanafy
Director’s Statement
Age is more accurate when counted by our tears.

30 November 2008 at 14:57
Rituals make us remember occasions.
Today, the ritual is a school trip with all its details.
Even the sun managed to be there... in the middle of the Bosnian winter.
He managed to leave his mountain bunker.
He came down with the fog... without his rifle.
His eyes and bone structure belonged to a sniper.
His heart... or what remained of it belonged to a father.
His soul... will soon evaporate with the last tears he will ever shed.
He knew that age... is more accurate when counted by our tears.
His daughter sitting by the window among the other 35 Bosnian kids was getting years older every minute.
The bus is about to move to a safe country... where daily surviving is considered safety.
He tried to relive all the moments that help him keep the eyes and bone structure of a sniper.
The wheels of the bus moving didn’t help him keep the eyes and bone structure of a sniper... for a second longer.
I could hear the sound of his tears piercing the icy ground that managed to defeat the presence of the winter sun.
Somehow my tears didn’t make a noise when they reached the metal ground of the bus.
All they did was... obscure the picture in my camera.
Sarajevo, Bosnia, 1992

Twenty-two years later, I decided to let the above situation guide me while making the film where society is waging a war of negligence and indifference against 3.5 million homeless kids in Egypt.