Director's Note

Can one keep one's core alive in a condition of compromised survival, while love – meaning, eros: romance, instinct, impetus, passion, mania for beauty – is absent? But who speaks of love today? In a technocratic reality that evolves every second at dizzying speed, with people constantly struggling to follow it, to understand it, to stay updated—otherwise disposable—what does love have to do with anything?

How can someone turn their gaze toward the other erotically and lovingly, when the heap of changes and information that fragments their identity pins them down in an unceasing guardianship of their self-definitions? If love is the transformational orientation of the I towards the You, then can love be contemporary with a non-personal technocratic pragmatism without irreparably betraying the survival of its bearer? Is it a needless risk? Is it a burden, a luxury? Is it outdated or useless? The archetypal instinct of need for the other that keeps us alive biologically, existentially, imaginatively and appears with different faces in every era—can we truly bear for it to fall silent? And if not, where will we seek it? How easy is it for someone to honestly confront what they know they lack?

...and Juliet, then, a timeless Juliet, without Romeo... is this a retro, old-fashion, folklore, romantic recounting? Or perhaps is it a search more urgent and timely than ever, one we still owe to ourselves as living beings?