In the theoretical part of my master's thesis, I deal with definitions and classifications of documentary films. I question what separates a documentary film from a feature film. Is every film actually a documentary? I break down the types of documentary films according to Bill Nichols and the four classifications by Michael Renov. I ask myself what authorship is and how it manifests itself in a documentary film: what is objective and what is subjective in a documentary film, to what extent can the documentary filmmaker allow themselves to be subjective? I bring attention to the Slovenian documentary film and analyze three films by Slovenian authors and their unique approaches in the selected works.
In the practical part of my master's thesis, I describe the journey of my documentary film, which I have been developing for the last three years. When Flocks of Birds Move is a poetical- observational documentary film following everyday life through the intimate portraits of a mystical landscape, village, and its inhabitants. The prevailing language of the film is a visual narrative, especially through silences and emptiness. Acts are not often shown on film, but the consequences of them are. We enter the field of a seemingly idyllic village surrounded by nature, picturesque landscape, and hardworking people, which leads us to the village’s ruination, empty places, and stories that are rarely brought to light. Sužid is a village in the Tolmin area that is unknown to most people. It is full of myths and secrets. Driving from Kobarid toward Italy through an avenue of trees, we can easily miss the signpost that leads across a bridge and onto a winding road into the heart of the village. On the left, the view of the mighty Krn appears. Only from this spot does the mountain remind of a sleeping man. The alone and lonely villagers live their lives far away from the rest of the world. In the late autumn months, the sun sets between noon and two in the afternoon. Darkness descends upon the village. This affects the inhabitants’ well-being. A poet’s words echo through the valley.
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