CENTER, RING, MALL

Center, Ring, Mall flows like a heartfelt utterance of the things you observe, but that you cannot speak of in the enchanted worlds of commercial spaces (and anyway, not as beautifully as they would want you to). Mateo Vega’s film defines itself as a critique, or maybe as a confession, an expression of built-up guilt, an inner monologue or a mourning – perhaps the most accurate way to describe the plethora of emotions awakened by the shapeshifting of economic systems. The only thing that will prevent the collapse of capitalism in face of the grim, imminent environmental disaster is capitalism itself. Its perverse equivocal nature will paint itself green, as it has already started to do, then it will turn it any color necessary, should that help it maintain production up until the very last hours before collapse. (Emil Vasilache)