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CAZADOR de NOCHE (2011) NIGHT HUNTER
Entra en el sueño de Lillian Gish y deja que te guíe hacia el sentido del Cazador de Noche (Night Hunter.)
Night Hunter es un cortometraje animado estadounidense de 2011 escrito y dirigido por Stacey Steers. La obra experimental de 16 minutos combina animación, collage y apropiación de películas de la era del cine mudo, mostrando la imagen de la actriz Lillian Gish recontextualizada en una narrativa surrealista y onírica. La película es conocida por su construcción artesanal, que consta de más de 4,000 collages individuales, y por su atmósfera inquietante inspirada en mitos, alegorías y arquetipos.
En esta película hecha a mano, compuesta por más de cuatro mil collages y filmada en 35 mm a color, la actriz Lillian Gish es apropiada sin problemas del cine de la era del cine mudo y sumergida en un papel nuevo y fascinante. Night Hunter evoca un paisaje onírico inquietante, extraído de la alegoría, el mito y el arquetipo.
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CAZADOR DE NOCHE (Night Hunter): Lillian Gish y la lógica onírica de Stacey Steers
Night Hunter, de Stacey Steers, resucita a Lillian Gish no como la frágil ingenua del cine mudo, sino como el corazón palpitante de un sueño hecho a mano. Construida a partir de miles de collages, la película sitúa a Gish dentro de un mundo doméstico que funciona como un subconsciente: habitaciones que se desplazan, insectos que irrumpen, objetos que laten con vida simbólica. Steers ha dicho que le atraen las actrices del cine mudo porque sus rostros poseen una claridad emocional, y recontextualizarlas le permite explorar la interioridad femenina de un modo que el cine temprano nunca permitió. Su motivación no es la nostalgia, sino la transformación: liberar a estas mujeres de los papeles que una vez las encorsetaron.
El título Night Hunter nombra la lógica del mundo que habita Gish. No es una persona, sino un ciclo: los gusanos y las polillas que aparecen como convocados por el instinto, la mujer‑pájaro en la que Gish se convierte, y la serpiente que finalmente la devora. Cada criatura caza y cada criatura es cazada. El título describe este ecosistema nocturno, el ritmo depredador de un sueño donde el instinto domina al relato.
Uno de los momentos más sobrecogedores llega cuando Gish sostiene un huevo contra su pecho en un gesto que recuerda a la lactancia. No es maternidad humana; es instinto, pura animalidad: la ternura de un ser que protege lo que ha creado. Aquí la película roza a Kafka, no por imitación, sino por territorio psíquico compartido: una metamorfosis sin explicación, un cuerpo que se convierte en algo que nunca pidió ser. Pero donde Kafka termina en aislamiento, Steers construye una ecología simbólica. Los gusanos y las polillas son la dieta de la criatura en que se transforma; la serpiente es el depredador inevitable de esa criatura. La devoración final no es castigo, sino culminación: el sueño que consume a su soñadora.
Steers ha descrito sus películas como exploraciones de un terreno psicológico, lugares donde la identidad se disuelve y se recompone. En Night Hunter, condensa una mitología entera de creación, instinto, vulnerabilidad y disolución en dieciséis minutos. La película parece más larga porque se expande dentro de uno. Es una pesadilla hermosa, y en sus sombras, Lillian Gish se convierte en algo que el cine mudo nunca le permitió ser: un ser mítico con su propio instinto, su propio hambre, su propio destino.
Si has seguido a Lillian Gish por este sueño, deja que sus sombras permanezcan un instante más antes de volver al mundo despierto.
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Lillian Diana Gish (Springfield, Ohio; 14 de octubre de 1893-Nueva York; 27 de febrero de 1993) fue una actriz estadounidense, una de las estrellas femeninas más prominentes e influyentes del cine mudo de Hollywood. Lillian Gish - Wikipedia
Stacey Steers nació en Denver, Colorado. Es conocida por sus películas animadas, basadas en procesos y compuestas por miles de figuras hechas a mano en papel. Su trabajo más reciente emplea imágenes tomadas de fuentes cinematográficas tempranas, a partir de las cuales construye narrativas originales y experimentales. Cada fotograma se compone primero de complejos collages de papel ensamblados a partir de fragmentos de grabados impresos, ilustraciones antiguas o dibujos; luego fotografía cada collage en película de 35 mm en un delicado proceso artesanal.
Los cortometrajes animados de Steers se han proyectado ampliamente en Estados Unidos y en el extranjero, y han recibido numerosos premios. Sus películas han sido incluidas en el Festival de Cine de Sundance, el Festival de Cine de Telluride, y en Europa en los de Locarno o Róterdam, entre otros; sus obras también se han exhibido en la Galería Nacional de Arte en Washington y en el MoMA de Nueva York.
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Star Trek Insurrection premiered on December 11, 1998. Insurrection was penultimate Star Trek film of the first Star Trek film franchise. It is the only film in the original franchise to not speak or show a Stardate. The events in the film took place in 2375. It was one of the few in either the original or the rebooted film franchise to not have any scenes filmed on or near Earth. It was the last Star Trek film to be rated PG. There was talk of killing Data (Brent Spiner), but the idea was ultimately rejected. This was the second Star Trek film directed by Jonathan Frakes. ("Star Trek: Insurrection", Star Trek, Film Event)

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Question 201
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Elim stopped for a moment as his back spasmed sharply enough to nearly make him cry out. He dropped the heavy charred timber onto the pile of rubble and took a few steps, trying to ease out the cramp.
Covering the moment of weakness by long habit – as if there were many others here with as small an injury as muscle strain from unaccustomed exercise after too many sedentary years bent over a tailoring table – he squinted up into the clouds of dust that the light of Cardassia’s star sometimes managed to filter through. It looked as if it was near noon. He felt a small, unaccustomed stab of worry. Nerys had been away for over four hours now.
It’s not that long, Elim, you fool, he chided himself silently. There are no roads left now. Everything takes five times as long on a good day, let alone a typical one.
But he worried, nonetheless, and kept worrying as he turned back to his task. Fragments of recognisable, homely items came to light amongst twisted beams and rubble – a single shoe, a miraculously unbroken cup, a cracked, grimy bottle of scale lotion. He set anything that could be of any conceivable use to one side for collection by the salvage crews and kept on, knowing that any minute he might turn up the remains of whoever had once lived here before the world burned.
“Garak!”
A knot inside him he had been trying very hard to ignore loosened into relief as he recognised Nerys’ voice echoing through the ruins. He wiped some of the thick patina of dust coating his face away with the back of his hand and arranged the slightly sardonic smile on his face.
“Colonel. So good to see you back safely. Run into old friends in town?”
“…well…”
The slight figure coming out of the mist behind her – whom he had mistaken for just another security officer helping her carry the supplies – pushed his dark-tinted goggles up. The eyes behind them were a sweet, warm dark hazel, shot through with terrible sadness and sympathy, and so familiar the shock nearly knocked him from his feet.
“…did someone spoil the surprise?”
“D-doctor…?”
It didn’t sound like Elim’s own voice in his ears at all. It sounded like a man in a dream. A dream he never wished to wake from.
He couldn’t see most of the figure’s face behind the dust mask covering his mouth and nose, but the voice was just as achingly familiar as the eyes. He could hear the gentle smile in it along with the terrible sadness.
“Yes. It’s me, Elim. I’m here to stay. Emergency medical clinic for the survivors and building capacity to get the medical system up and running again. Starfleet Medical approved it.”
“When you told them you’d resign if they didn’t.”
It was hard to tell if Kira approved or not from her face. Somewhat accustomed to the dust now, her mask was pulled down around her neck and her goggles pushed up on her forehead. But there was a smile somewhere in her voice. Julian shot a look at her that might have been embarrassed chagrin.
“Well, you know Starfleet Medical. Sometimes they just…need a little push to do the right thing.”
Garak held his arms out, slowly, meaning to offer to take the crates Julian’s slight body was struggling under the weight but then – as though he truly was dreaming – the Doctor himself was in his arms instead.
Julian folded him in the unexpected wiry strength of his arms, and without even meaning to, Elim found himself leaning his dusty grey cheek against his smooth brown neck, and the first sobs began to wrack his solid body.
Julian held him, stroking his dust-coated, smooth black hair, shushing him, as he wept for the wreck of his world; for Mila, the mother he could never acknowledge; for everything lost and now forever beyond regaining.
After a while, Kira joined them, silently putting her arms around them both and holding them close. And if she wept too, for her enemies dead now in the wreck of their world as her family had once been in the ashes of her own, there was no one but the three of them to see in the dust and the wind.
Tempietto del clitunno - Trevi (PG)