La Carovana Bianca Filming Locations

SYNOPSIS Darkness is everywhere when the sky is moonless. The circus sign is a lone spark of color straining to light up the huge highway on the outskirts of Naples, where four circus families abandoned by the institutions are stuck in the hope that the pandemic will soon disappear like in a magic show. Their lives have been short circuited after four generations of conveying their marquee around the world. The artists of the traveling show begin their metamorphosis, their forced entry into the world of the "rooted," a struggle to reinvent themselves in order to survive. The circus has stopped, perhaps forever. DIRECTOR'S NOTES The White Caravan was born from a desire to reignite a love of cinema, and to do it in the red zone: clandestinely. Women and men forced to a standstill, forced to question their lives as traveling artists and to witness helplessly the mutation of their bodies and of their children's, and the agony of their world. It must also have been for this reason that we were granted a blind, desperate trust from our protagonists. They entrusted their lives to us and gave us an improvised show: no tricks, no numbers, no applause, naked without any masks to wear. Living in the circus has been a great privilege and being able to document one of its worst moments has invested us with an enormous responsibility, not only towards the people and their history but also to our own childhood memories and the images of the circus we carry inside. We had the opportunity to experience the pandemic inside and outside the circus and we saw that while in one sphere selfishness, fear and intolerance grew, solidarity and empathy bloomed in the circus. What we have found, in the folds of an exhausting everyday life, is the strength and dignity of those who find themselves forced to question, and the hope of those who cannot imagine that everything is about to end. And even if this troupe does not make it and are forced to change their lives, there will be many others who will open and continue to move in caravans, to hoist the chapiteau; because the circus, like the rock, can never die.