Rebecca leads a fairly ordinary life in Turin: receptionist by day, passionate tram photographer by night. During one of her nighttime excursions, she accidentally witnesses a violent beating by a masked fighter, a member of Slamfight!. Fascinated by its mysterious leader, Sucre, Rebecca agrees to become the group's official photographer, letting herself be swept away by the adrenaline of the movement.
The cinema I’m interested in, brings out the most intimate fragilities to the screen, transforming them into recognizable emotions, capable of creating empathy and a shared experience between the viewer and the storyteller. I am a great admirer of Billy Wilder, of tragedy that does not take itself too seriously, and the tone I imagine for “Slamfight!” combines deadpan irony and drama, with the ambition to make people laugh and moved at the same time. Slamfight! tells the story of a person who lives her life occupying a passenger seat, on trams for example. Rebecca observes and, through her photographs, tries to capture small fragments of life for herself, inhabiting them for a moment. The encounter with Slamfight! - raw, direct, made of real contact - forces her to abandon mediation, transforming distance into participation. This is the boundary I want to explore.