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Contrary to nudity, which refers to the soulless, the vulnerable or what is missing, the nude is always the greatest expression of beauty and essence.

We are what we are after stripping ourselves of unnecessary clothes, of the superfluous.

Nudity is cold and needs attention;

the naked is autonomous.

And free.

Carla Simón,

film director, knows it.

And she knows it to such an extent that in her short filmography she has worked on a peculiar and very personal metaphysics of the nude.

'Summer 1993

' she referred to her own childhood with no parents close to nudity.

Helpless.

The idea of ​​the film was to learn from pain in order to finally recognize herself naked and free.

'

Alcarràs

', in its own way, refers in the same way to the nakedness of a family dispossessed of their lands and that finds refuge and meaning in the naked value of their identity.

And so.

It was only a matter of time before she stripped completely naked.

And that she did it in a way, physical and real.

No excuses or alibis.

Completely free and, why not, perfect.

Incontrovertible and without metaphors.

And so she does in

'Letter to my mother for my son',

the short film presented at the Venice Film Festival that, perhaps in its own way, completes a cycle.

Or not.

The film, which again has a lot of self-portrait, invents a past and a life for the mother she barely knew with the idea of ​​showing it to the son she still barely knows.

The tape is shot with her pregnant.

The director says that she received the proposal for the film when she was at the Malaga Festival in the midst of the tumult caused after winning the Golden Bear at the Berlin Festival with '

Alcarràs

'.

The offer of the clothing firm Miu Miu is actually a global project that goes back a long way and through which directors such as

Agnès Varda or Lucrecia Martel have passed.

"I didn't know very well what to do. She was pregnant and, then, the pregnancy was the monotheme," she says now at the Lido when Manel, her son, is already two and a half months old.

The director Carla Simón.BRIGITTE LACOMBREMUNDO

'Letter to my mother for my son' insists on that family memory that, as the filmmaker acknowledges, she does not have.

Her parents, as she already told her in her debut, died of AIDS.

"I make movies to be able to invent myself,"

she says.

The film begins with Carla pregnant and naked.

She poses exactly the same as in the photos of her that she keeps of her in which her mother displayed herself shamelessly, proudly, pregnant with her.

From there, the story becomes a butterfly story that later becomes a song that Lole and Manuel sing;

the story becomes entangled in a flight across the sea that ends up being an encounter between a daughter about to be her mother and her mother transfigured from her by

Ángela Molina;

history is burning bodies;

the story is barely lost in bursts of Super 8 that portray grandparents, uncles, parents, great-grandparents...

"I imagine that returning to the family over and over again is a form of exorcism. My next project is also about this... and that's it," he says and laughs.

What remains is a feverish film and, it has already been said, naked.

Carla no longer appears transfigured in each of the movie characters slightly sick of her nudity.

Now it is her entirely.

Nudity is temporary, nudity is eternal.

Unlike nudity, the purpose of nudity is not to point out the lewd or to excite, but to point out what matters.

Metaphysics of the nude.

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