They Chased Me Through Arizona
Sie hetzten mich durch Arizona

84min, Feature Film, 2014, Poland, o. Polish
with Krzysztof Kiersznowski, Eryk Lubos and Halina Skoczynska

directed by Matthias Huser

writers Matthias Huser, Aurelius Eisenreich
camera Gabriel Sandru
set design Nicole Hoesli
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The analog time is over.
A last job is left. Telephone booths have to be dismantled.

Leonard does not speak much. He does not know Ben.
Ben just drives the truck.

A journey to the end of an era.
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Production
Andres Pfaeffli, Elda Guidinetti / Ventura Film SA, Meride-Switzerland
www.venturafilm.ch

Co-Production
Agnieszka Wasiak, Mariusz Wlodarski / Lava Films SP.ZO.O., Warsaw-Poland
www.lavafilms.pl
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RSI Radiotelevisione Svizzera / SRF Schweizer Fernsehen - Switzerland

Supported by
BAK Bundesamt für Kultur, ZFS Zurich Film Foundation, Kulturfonds Suissimage,
MIGROS Kulturprozent, Kulturförderung Kanton Thurgau - Switzerland
Kulturelle Filmförderung der Staatskanzlei Thüringen - Germany, MEDIA Creative Europe

Distributor
Frenetic Films, Zurich-Switzerland
frenetic.ch

World Sales
Xavier Henry-Rashid / Film Republic, London-England
filmrepublic.biz
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* Pre-Selected for the EUROPEAN FILM AWARD DISCOVERY 2015 *
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„The first feature film from Matthias Huser, screened 2014 at Locarno in the Cineasti del presente competition, amazes thanks to its captivating and mysterious aesthetic universe- A captivating movie soaked in black humour that moves us deeply.“
— Cineuropa, the Best of European Cinema by Muriel Del Don

„Right there where the cinema of the Kaurismäki brothers crosses with American independent film, like a flower in the desert, Matthias Huser’s first feature is born. Times change, and Leonard and Marbella’s marriage is about to come to an end. The sensation of twilight is reinforced by the task Leonard must carry out: traveling lost highways and removing obsolete phone booths. He is not alone in that monotonous task: he is joined by Ben, a silent convict on parole. In those places where not only water is scarce, but also voices, a B-grade novel Leonard reads melancholically seems to offer him the words he can’t come up with in order to explain how he feels. Musical numbers that seem out of Sam Shepard’s mind and staged by David Lynch also coexist in a post-communist Polish desert that looks exactly like that of the westerns we know by heart, in which the future and the horizon blend together and are always glanced from a distance."
— BAFICI, Buenos Aires Int. Festival of Independent Cinema (LL)
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