Berlinale time and space When spatio-temporal concepts are distorted, but sensation becomes magnified

Berlinale ticket queue

While we indulge ourselves in inspiring cinemas curated all over the world, Berlinale is also a period when everything feels a bit different.

Without the intention of going into Einstein's theory of relativity, I feel that time as a concept becomes stretchable during the Berlinale. Eight-hour marathon screening of the competition film Hele Sa Hiwagang Hapis (A Lullaby to the Sorrowful Mystery) by the legendary Filipino filmmaker Lav Diaz can feel like a short dream. Queueing in front of the two nespresso machines in the press centre located in Hyatt Hotel along with all the other sleep-deprived press colleagues can feel like eternity. But then, the one-hour interview with Jordan Schiele was such a pleasant chat that it felt like just a couple of minutes.

Meanwhile, space also becomes elastic. The short distance between the U-Bahn station and the Berlinale Palast can feel like Moses facing the Red Sea, especially when one is running late for the 9:00 AM press screening and dreading to be refused late entry. At the popular cocktail gatherings at Brazil’s you will feel a painfully insurmountable discrepancy between estimated and actual distance between yourself and all those glasses of Caipirinha. Also, the distance between m-appeal party in Prince Charles and Lass Bros party in SO36 is not just defined by some blocks on Oranienstraße; it is also the distance between dress codes, music styles, and demographics of attendees.

Once again, Berlinale brings together people coming from different parts of the world and working in different areas of the film industry– filmmakers, producers, PR agents, sales representatives, the press, audiences, and many more. It is a ten-day long bubble of distorted time and space, a bit like a Disneyland. It is a world of its own and infused with beauty and fantasy – very addictive!