FILM: La Seconda Via

Seconda guerra mondiale, fronte russo.

Sei giovani alpini in un deserto di neve.

Un viaggio tra sogno e realtà a 40° sotto zero.

La compagnia 604 si trova costretta ad attraversare la steppa per sfuggire
all’accerchiamento nemico. Quando sopraggiunge la notte, però, di tutta la 604 non rimangono che sei alpini più un mulo, che avanzano in silenzio, sotto una neve incessante, mentre la temperatura tocca i trenta sotto zero. L’esasperante cammino, compiuto in quel deserto bianco, spinge gli uomini a perdere la percezione del tempo e, passo dopo passo, li porta a rifugiarsi in una dimensione onirica dove esiste una “seconda via” fatta di sogni, incubi e ricordi.

Una lunga notte di guerra e un viaggio nell’umano, fra balke, boschi di betulle, laghi di montagna, villaggi infuocati, spiagge innevate e campi di grano.

Regia: Alessandro Garilli
Sceneggiatura: Alessandro Garilli
Co-Produzione: Angelika Vision Srl 
Produttore: Claudio Zamarion e Antonio Marchese
Distribuzione: TBD
Location: Italia e Ucraina 
Uscita prevista: TBD

In collaborazione con ANA Bergamo e AVA – Associazione Valori Alpini

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Russian front, January, 1943.

It’s hell: the flurries of sleet take the breath away and Sergeant Bisi can make out nothing in the landscape in front of him.

Worried, he twists his neck to check if his men are following him.

Some metres from there he sees Zaina, followed by Prati who sinks into the white blanket of snow up to the knees. Their slackened movements remind of those of the alpine climbers near the top of an eight-thousander.

They both have frost-bitten skin and their coats have turned into oppressive stiff suits because of the prohibitive temperature.

Behind them, after few seconds, Artico’s dark figure appears in the middle of that suffocating dust. He doesn’t bear the rucksack any more and he is driven by Ferri’s hand while, tailing them, poor Remagio, a grizzled dark-haired mule, puffs from its nostrils and, with its ears down, moves forward dragging the sledge carrying Lieutenant Sala. This is the 604th Company, or better, what is left of it: a handful of black silhouettes that become small and blurred, to the point that they disappear in the midst of the white whirls.

The six Alpini, who look more like castaways than soldiers, are crossing the steppe in an attempt to reach a village called Popowka in order to escape the impending encirclement by the enemy. But night has already fallen and there is nothing in front of them. No houses or trees, just the snow  that  continues  to  fall  and  which  is  driven  by  a  strong  wind  that  whips  it up.

A long night of war and a journey through humankind, among valleys, birch forests, mountain lakes, burning towns, snow-covered beaches and wheat fields.