Born in Peru to Jewish exiles from Eastern Europe, Heddy Honigmann first studied in Mexico, France, and Italy before acquiring Dutch nationality in the 1970s. These biographical details speak volumes about her cinema, undoubtedly shaping her ability to listen to and observe the world with singular intensity. Her filmography is a vivid journal of encounters, marked by uncommon curiosity, empathy, and warmth. There is a joy in her films, as if to console against the harshness of the world—a harshness she never conceals. Uprooting and the pain of exile are recurring threads in her work, which she describes this way: “I don’t film themes; I film people, the beauty of people. […] Most of the people I film are trying to survive. Perhaps my entire body of work is a perpetual encyclopedia of the art of surviving.”
An endless ride from one taxi to another in 1990s Lima. So many people, so few ways to make a living in the country in crisis; each person tries their luck with a car on the verge of collapse. Life itself is there—condensed and somehow enchanted.
An endless ride from one taxi to another in 1990s Lima. So many people, so few ways to make a living in the country in crisis; each person tries their luck with a car on the verge of collapse. Life itself is there—condensed and somehow enchanted.