Nafura
In this night-time road movie, Paul Heintz pursues his work on the edge of reality (Foyers, FID 2018), delving deep into fantasies and their sometimes ambivalent virtues, the better to undo the coercive power of which they are sometimes also the instrument. Here we’re with three friends one hot summer’s evening somewhere in Saudi Arabia. A city, and in the distance, a monumental fountain, a phallic spurt if ever there was one. And as we begin to make out its gushing spray of water from afar, to alleviate their boredom, the three young women embark on a verbal joust with, at its heart, the word nafura.
