“L’uomo raccoglitore” is a film about loneliness and what good can come from it. It happens in life that you find yourself with your back to the wall and have to arrange with what you have in order not to go backwards and, with a little luck, regain the lost meters.
Sometimes it is our past as a specie that comes to our aid, with its baggage of behaviors and meanings scattered over time. Then it may happen that the Gatherer comes back to visit us, to walk alongside us to the next camp.
Loneliness is told first of all to oneself. It is the old story of the tree that doesn’t fall if no one has heard it. When there is no other to testify our existence, we try to do what we can with the means we have. Cinema begins before the screen, in the memory projected inside our mind.
Over time, something is lost and something else is added, in the hope of meeting someone for whom all this has value. And when, and if, someone meets, the words of loneliness die in our mouth and those of the company arrive. Some vague images scattered among our ravines and it happens, often without realizing it, that we meet their gaze in the hope of not being judged.