Pierre Clémenti in Wheel of Ashes (1968)
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"A revolt in a prison is no ordinary thing - war, dread, the guards' clenched teeth, screams, crashes on the floor, slammed doors, shrill whistles all around you. Routine is broken. Everything is disrupted; orders cease to be heard. The Italian riot police wait outside, armed with rifles and batons, awaiting orders to intervene.
During a revolt. the guards' habits (card games, rounds) are interrupted, and they are scared. Everyone is scared. And the next day, they'll beat you for anything, just to release the excess tension they'd built up in a matter of hours. In the middle of the night you hear screams surge from the walls of this underworld. The guards lay waste."
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"The fascist code is still standing. And prisoners are up in arms. We climbed onto the rooftops, as they did in Toul. There were a lot of us - the older prisoners, who were used to setbacks, as well as the entire juvenile wing. It was a beautiful night, a celebration. The Trastevere families came to cheer us on, waving to the occasional friend or parent. We didn't see the guards. They were hold up in the canteens, barricaded as if we were after them, but we just wanted to show the world the deplorable existence we had there. We wanted to break open, just for one night, the prison's walls."
'A Few Personal Messages' - Pierre Clementi, 1973
(translated by Claire Foster, 2022)
Pierre Clementi on trial, 1971.
The 'anti-establishment' actor was arrested in a friend's Rome apartment on July 24th 1971. He was subsequently imprisoned for 17 months over a miniscule amount of drugs that Clementi's own 5 year old son insisted the police planted in front of him.
The French government refused to intervene because of Clementi both filming and participating in the May 1968 revolt in France.
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Visa de censure n°X (1967), dir. Pierre Clémenti
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Hay algo horrible
creciendo dentro de mí ahora,
que no surge de dentro de mí,
sino desde la oscuridad dentro de mí,
y pronto no habrá nada,
sólo nuestras máscaras obscenas
que mal imitan la realidad
entre la saliva
y el estiércol de este mundo.
– Partner, Bernardo Bertolucci (1968).
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