Cristóbal León , Joaquín Cociña
The Wolf House
The stories come in layers. There’s the one narrated at the start, about the joyful community of Germans living in dignity in the south of Chile. It may be set to wholesome archive footage of mountains and rosy cheeks. There’s the story that appears as text on the screen, of a girl from the colony, Maria, who fled into the forest house to avoid punishment, it in turn involves three little pigs and a big bad wolf. In the mesmerizing stop-motion animation, pictures dance across the walls, pieces of furniture appear and disappear, rooms expand and contract, lights flicker, figures sprout from the floor like trees. Soon even she herself and the pigs she finds there begin to lose their stable form. As the house shakes and shudders around her, it’s as if it too is trying to tell her something, another story maybe or just a warning?