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    HARVEST

    HARVEST
    United Kingdom, Germany, Greece, France, United State

    SYNOPSIS

    Over seven hallucinatory days, a village with no name, in an undefined time and place, disappears.
    In Tsangari’s tragicomic take on a Western, townsman-turned farmer, Walter Thirsk and befuddled lord of the manor Charles Kent are childhood friends about to face an invasion from the outside world: the trauma of modernity.

    CREDITS

    Directed by: Athina Rachel Tsangari 
    Written by: Joslyn Barnes, Athina Rachel Tsangari 
    Produced by: Rebecca O’Brien, Joslyn Barnes, Michael Weber, Viola Fügen, Athina Rachel Tsangari, Marie-Elena Dyche 
    Cinematography: Sean Price Williams 
    Editing: Matt Johnson 
    Production Design: Nathan Parker 
    Costume Design: Kirsty Halliday 
    Make-Up & Hair: Anita Brolly 
    Original Score: Nicolas Becker, Ian Hassett, Caleb Landry Jones, Lexx 
    Sound: Nicolas Becker 
    Visual Effects: Aspa Papageorgiou, Maria Vardaki, Lena Mitropoulou, Xenophon Philippousis, Kostas Tsakonas 
    Casting: Shaheen Baig 
    Cast: Caleb Landry Jones (Walter Thirsk), Harry Melling (Charles Kent), Rosy McEwen (Kitty Gosse), Arinzé Kene (Quill), Thalissa Teixeira (Mistress Beldam), Frank Dillane (Edmund Jordan

    STATEMENT OF THE DIRECTOR

    With this film, an adaptation of Jim Crace’s novel ‘Harvest’, we had the chance to examine the moment when it all began for us, 21st century heirs to a universal story of land loss. To me, HARVEST is a film about reckoning. What have we done? Where do we go from here? How can we salvage our soil, the self within the commons? HARVEST takes place in a threshold realm, tracing the first ruptures of the industrial “revolution”. And revolution it hasn’t been.
    An agrarian community is disrupted by three breeds of outsiders: the mapmaker, the people on the move, and the company man – all archetypes of shattering change. The future is not part of the story – it will happen off screen, in a world we are not meant to see. There are no heroes. Only imperfect, ordinary folks. I imagined it as a daguerreotype, or its modern equivalent, a polaroid being slowly exposed to twilight.

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