All language subtitles for Anhell69.2022.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H264-Slope_Legendas02.ENG

I didn't decide to be born.

I was never asked.

I was thrown into the world.

I grew up in this city.

In this cemetery.

In this ghost town
lost in the mountains.

In Medellín you can't see the horizon.

I will never be able
to escape from this city.

Finally, the moment the country
has been waiting for has arrived.

The official and definitive signing

of the peace agreement.

The signatories will use
a singular object, the balligraph,

which represents overcoming

the use of weapons
to resolve conflicts in Colombia.

Bullets wrote our past.

Peace will write our future.

We invite to sign Mr. Rodrigo Londoño,

commander of the FARC EP.

For my generation,

the peace signing in 2016

represented a promise of future.

What would the future be

for a country that never knew peace?

I was born two years
after the death of Pablo Escobar.

I didn't meet my father.

He left me before I was born.

I am the son of this generation
raised by women.

At the age of 13 I was excommunicated
from the church.

I confessed to the priest that
I masturbated

thinking about Jesus Christ.

I got to know the streets of Medellín
when I was 14.

On one of its corners I tried drugs.

My favorite hobby

was smoking marijuana
and watching movies all day long.

I fell in love with the movies

because it was the only place
where I could cry.

In 2017,

I invited my friends
to take part in a casting,

for a feature film
I wanted to direct.

My name is Juan Perez.

I am 23 years old.

What else?

I'm studying graphic design.

I'm also studying theater
and acting, which I really like.

What's your name?

The name doesn't really matter.

Because...

nobody cares.

-How old are you?
-I'm 24.

What do you do?

I scrounge for money.

I don't do anything specific,
I just scrounge for it.

I'm 19 years old.

I'm an only child.

I don't have a father, I never met him.

I used to want to be a priest.

-Yes?
-Yes. When I was little.

I come from a very conservative family.

For the first few years of my life
I was raised to be a priest.

Do you like guys or girls?

I think I like guys,

but I don't know.

Sometimes I feel that
my sexuality is conditioned...

by the traumas and things
that one goes through.

I haven't found a girl I like.

But yes, I think I like boys.

My name is Camilo Machado.
Almost everyone calls me MH.

I'm like the dirty Princess of the gang.

Right now I'm 23 years old.

I don't know
what else you want to know.

What do you do?

A while ago I quit University.

I was studying fashion design, but...

I don't know...

I felt I had already learnt what I wanted
to learn, so I kind of put it aside,

and now I'm working
as a webcam model.

What do you do?

Some time ago I started
to explore the world of drag.

In a way it has allowed me
to do fashion, photography,

and learn about make-up.

Let's say I've explored
various spaces with this.

-Do you transform yourself?
-That's right.

In fact at the beginning
it was out of curiosity.

I didn't realize
it was going to take on so much...

So much strength.

I ended up exploring things way beyond
that first time, let's put it that way.

How do you call yourself
when you wear drag?

My name is Sharlott Zodoma.

-Do I go on?
-Yes.

Or I start over?

Start over.
Speak louder, please.

My name is Camilo Najar.
I'm 21 years old.

I'm a student.

I'm a graphic design student.
Third semester.

That's it.

Nothing moves me.

My film would be a class B ghost story.

A metaphor
for the reality we were living

and at the same time a tribute
to the Colombian films

that inspired my adolescent years.

Anxiety

Filling my heart

I did not conceive

How to love

In your strange world

And because of you I learned

Now, I wonder

Seeing

That you forgot me

Why didn't you show me

How to live without you?

What do you think
of the country you live in, Colombia?

I'm ashamed of it.

Why?

Because...

It's not...

It's not nice to say I'm Colombian
or that I was born in a land...

at war.

A land of thieves.

A colonized land.

My family is mostly made up of women,

but let's say the core is two women.

-And your father?
-My father died when I was 3 years old.

Since then my mother was widowed,

she never created another link
with another person.

She was widowed,

definitely widowed,
let's put it that way.

Can you tell me what happened
to your father?

I wish I knew, believe me.

Let's say I know very little about it

because that was a subject
that caused my mum a lot of pain.

Even though I'm an adult now,
she's left out a lot of details.

All I can say,
what I half know, is...

he played Russian roulette.

-Did your dad commit suicide?
-Exactly.

A long time ago,
when I was in sixth or seventh grade,

my father was missing the whole year.

He left me without paying
the school fees for three months.

A teacher made me feel really ashamed
in front of the whole class, like:

"I don't give you your marks
because you haven't paid for them".

So I was like...

At house my mum said, "No,
we don't have money to pay". So I did...

I got that money, I did something.

I never did it again.

I had a friend who knew
how to get money easily

and we went and got it,
to pay for school.

What did you do?

No, we did a robbery, in a place...

I mean,

it was serious, but I know that

it was necessary to be able
to continue with my school.

I couldn't let them kick me out
because my dad wasn't there.

What do you think about HIV?

HIV is not the only thing,
there are many other diseases,

for example, I got syphilis once.

I'm telling you this because

these are very normal things
that can happen to anyone.

I don't have a taboo

about covering that up and saying,

"That dirty faggot
gave her God knows what!"

Anyone can get anything.

I try to take care of myself.

I had never really told them like,
"I'm gay".

A friend of mine snitched on me.

She was like, "Oh, your son is gay."

So my mom asked me,
"Is it true, Camilo?"

And I was like, "Yes".

She started to cry and I told her,
"Why are you crying?"

"I'm not sick, I just like
to be fucked in the ass." I'm kidding.

She realized the fact that I was gay

never made people walk over me
or anything.

I have a lot of insecurities,
but being gay was never one of them.

I care more about having acne
than being a homosexual.

What kind of boys
does Camilo Najar like?

Bad.

Bad and tall, that's it.

But I never had men like this.

I was always
with short and kind guys.

Very normal.

Camilo Najar,

I felt an immediate attraction to you.

I didn't know
if you were playing with me,

but this is what I liked about you.

I shared your nihilism

and I wanted to understand
your way of seeing life.

I knew in that casting that you would be
the protagonist of my film.

The name of your character,

the same as the title of the film
we would have made together,

would be Anhell69.

In honor of your Instagram nickname.

That name perfectly defined
the film I wanted to make.

Angels living in a hell of desires.

Anhell69 was set
in a dystopian Medellín,

without past or memory,

where Pablo Escobar
had become the father

of a nation
without any paternal reference.

In this city ruled by violence,

there were so many dead that there was
no longer room for them in the cemeteries,

and ghosts had begun
to coexist with the living.

Spectrophilia,

the sexual attraction to ghosts,

became common in the city.

Anhell69 was the first to have
unprotected sex with a ghost.

This new sexual practice

spread rapidly among
the young people of Medellín.

Anhell and his friends began to look
for ghost lovers

on social networks
to invite them to clandestine parties.

Parties

where humans and ghosts
could coexist,

dance,

fuck.

The government and the church
decided to annihilate young people

with Spectrophiliac tendencies.

The city entered
into a social cleansing

led by an army
called the Spectrophiliac Hunters.

Homosexuality is the rotten apple
of this day.

Let's repent ourselves!
Let's repent, there is still time!

Let's take care of our sons,
let's take care of our families.

The Devil is tempting our youth.

Protect our sons.

Let's take care of our society.

The Devil is not our path.

The Spectrophiliacs started to go out
only at night,

the only moment
when they could go unnoticed.

After a party,

Anhell...

remained to see
the first rays of sunlight.

In the morning he got killed
by a Spectrophiliac hunter.

After his death,

transformed into a ghost,

Anhell became the symbol
of a rebellion of Spectrophiliacs.

Youngsters began to take the streets,

demanding the right to live
with their ghosts.

But they were
mercilessly exterminated.

Transformed into ghosts,

they began to wander the streets
of the city,

waiting for a new generation
of Spectrophiliacs

to fuck them.

How does Camilo Najar see himself
in five, four years?

Obviously everyone likes to have money

and like to travel and such,

but my interests are
mainly focused on...

I don't know...

in carnal and worldly pleasures.

I would work to get drugs or alcohol,

to have fun,
to compensate for something.

Maybe indeed to compensate
for something but...

I don't know if you can find this ideal
to come to terms with...

the future and
what you are going to do,

when everything I have now
is already great

and priceless.

In ten years I see myself dead.

-Really?
-Under a bridge.

You want to die.
Aren't you afraid of death?

No. Not at all.

Have you ever used heroin?

I have never injected it,
but I have inhaled it.

-Do you like it?
-Of course.

Camilo Najar,

you died a week after this casting.

Your death was so sudden

that you never knew you would be
the protagonist of my film.

Anhell69,

tropical ghost.

Anhell69 passion.

Anhell69 youth.

Anhell69 death.

An angel for Cami,
knowing we are spawns of the Devil.

And he knew it.

After Camilo's death,
other friends began to die.

Daniel González.

Julian Castro.

Sergio González.

Lola Dalsthrom.

Daniel Cárdenas.

Most of them committed suicide
or died of overdose.

At that time
I went to more wakes than birthdays.

My social networks started
to turn into a cemetery.

I entered an existential void

which I tried to fill with parties

that ended
with the first rays of sunlight.

I want to be an actor.

-Actor?
-Yes, I want it all,

I want Hollywood,
I want the spotlight.

-What?
-I want the clothes...

I want to be an actor, I want Hollywood,
I want all the clothes, the spotlight.

The fame.
I want to be Hollywood's bitch!

-How cool is it to dream!
-And you? You look so smug...

Me? Well, I want to change the world.

Like all of us here, right?

I want to be in the history books.

-In what?
-In the history books.

How cool, to make history!

Even if it's for doing something bad,
like killing someone...

"I killed her". That's my name.

-How cool is that!
-And you?

My dream is to take hormones.

I want to be a girl, to have breasts.

Super long hair.

That's what I really want.

Full tuning!

What do you guys want?

I want to get out of here,
out of this country,

out of the third world.

The first crazy Russian or Arab
that tells me, "Let's go!",

we are two for one...

We are out of here!

We are out of here.

-If we get ourselves a Sugar...
-A Sugar Daddy!

Exactly. We're all going!

Death made me think
about memory.

Without knowing it,
when I started the process of Anhell69

I had begun to keep
an audiovisual record of my friends.

I understood that Anhell69
was not just a feature film.

Anhell69 had to be
a film without borders,

without gender,

a trans film.

What are your dreams?

To travel a lot.

Yes...
To do as much as...

I mean... to be free.
My dream is to be free.

To not be linked to anything.

And...

To be rich, definitely.

POLICE REFORM

MISSING
SEBASTIAN RESTREPO

What are you filming?

Man, I'm shooting a place where
I used to come with a friend who died.

I also have mates who have died.

THEY ARE KILLING US

Of what?

They were killed.

That happened to my mate
back in the village. I was with him and...

I was with him and...

When I came to Medellín,

a few days later I got the news
that he was killed.

He was shot eight times.
It was a huge mess, a slaughter.

They made his family leave.
Very sad.

Imagine they go to your house to look
for you, to kill you, what a mess.

They were born to triumph.

How do you see yourself
in the future?

In the near future or distant future?

In the near or distant future.

In the near future,

maybe with tits.

Maybe, I don't rule it out.

In the distant future,
I have no fucking idea

and I don't care either.

I just like to live in the present.

I want rum, I need rum,
rum, rum, rum!

My early twenties were
super tumultuous.

Going out every Wednesday and
fucking someone different every day.

I liked doing it without a condom.

Then I got sick.

And it was like...

"You may have HIV."

And I was like... "Really?"

To me it doesn't mean
and it never meant anything.

I say we are living
in privileged times.

At this point in time, in 2021,

living with HIV is not as fucked up
as it was in the 80's.

Like, "Oh no, she's sick. It's disgusting.
She's a whore and so on."

For me it's not like that.
It doesn't represent me.

This is precisely what I am trying
to deconstruct here and now.

Well, simply put...

That's slut shaming and
body shaming...

That's what I try to do,
even though I don't realize it,

that's what I try to do all the time,
just by existing.

Public announcement.

The time has come
for social cleansing.

Fags, drug addicts, guerrillas.

All social filth will be eliminated.

No one will be allowed to go out
after eight o'clock at night.

We won't take any responsibility
for any collateral damage.

Only God can judge us.

Medellín is
the Mecca of homosexuality.

Medellín also is still...

the Mecca of Pablo Escobar,

of what he taught us,
of what he was for us.

This is still very much going on.
On the street, they point at you.

Like "Dude, point your finger at us."

"We're fine with that,
this is who we are."

"We are the different ones, the Others,
here in the city."

"And we don't care."

"Fuck you mates".

For example, there's a friend
that I loved a lot...

What happened was...

We were just hanging out, on a normal day,
like any other weekend,

as we always did.

He didn't show up

and on Monday they told us
he was found impaled.

One can think,
"No, this doesn't happen here."

"We are super chill,
we can be super free faggots..."

Yet bad things still happen,

like it happened to him,
and that was too tough.

He was found in a fucking park.

Impaled.
Like, "For real?"

Impaled? I mean we're not
in Dracula's time anymore.

My family was very violent.

I remember lying next to my uncle

drenched in blood.

My uncles were always
drenched in blood.

When I was little,

I suffered a lot from nightmares,
I had a lot of nightmares.

Something was always
chasing me in my nightmares.

I remember one time being in bed,

waking up and there was
a rock spinning around me.

Then the room disappeared,
it faded away,

it became a forest.

There was a dark being,
like a child,

in the shadows...

That...

That was calling me.

ALL OUR ANCESTORS AND OUR DEAD
TAKE OUR BODIES

AND WE DANCE TO YOUR DEATH

Reality was spitting in our face.

Thousands of young people,
we went out to protest

against an extreme right wing government
which came to power.

My camera was
my weapon in the streets.

What would you like to do
with your life?

A work of art.

What do you think about the future?
How do you see yourself in a few years?

Well, honestly...

I don't know.

This whole concept of the future
seems to be simply an illusion.

It's kind of hard
to respond to that, because...

I don't know.
Let's say that growing up

in a country like this
takes away your hopes

or expectations.

I don't think there is a future.

The present is what there is.

Hey my friend, will you buy a rose?

-How much is it?
-1000 pesos, for the deceased.

-It's a bargain.
-Deal. Give it to me.

What color?

Give me the white one, will you?

-God bless you.
-Thank you.

-Papi, I also have scapulars...
-Another time, brother.

OK, papi. Another time then.
God bless you!

One of the filmmakers
that influenced me the most

accepted to drive this funeral car.

Victor Gaviria,

your cinema made me believe

a cinema of non-believers was possible,

of the marginalized,

a cinema of those who don't belong
to anything nor to anyone,

a cinema of those who are left out.

What can I tell you?

That I hope to find love soon.

To educate myself much more
to be a more relevant artist

than I am right now.

Perhaps this is my goal.

How do you see yourself
in five years?

Sometimes I prefer not to focus
on the future.

Because...

Obviously I imagine myself
as being successful,

with many goals achieved.

But sometimes I'm more open to uncertainty
because I prefer to live in the present.

Sometimes you make a lot of plans
and you may disappear today.

I prefer that the present comes
when it should come.

Sharlott.

Mythical.

Transgressor.

I didn't understand why you asked me,
in the cemetery, to film you alone.

Now I understand the meaning
of that moment.

Thank you for sharing with me
your last testimony.

Your last record.

Death.

Death is the most beautiful thing
a man has.

I think that...

Death is like
the greatest prize of this life.

Death.

What do I think?

Well...

She is our friend.

She is the one who is always with you.
She doesn't take you away yet.

You are here in this moment
because she wants you to be here.

You are here in this moment, because
she doesn't want to take you away.

She always holds your hand.
I've always thought that.

I am a good friend of hers

because I've been very close to her.

I've been very close to her.

Death is too stigmatized.

We should stop seeing it as pain,

and start see it as rest,
because the truth is...

I don't know,
I think this plan

or just being here,
already implies a predicament.

It implies...

struggle, suffering, pain.

Being alive implies a lot of things.

Also "good" things, yes, but...

One is generally taught
that death is like

suffering, pain,

a lot of negative connotations

and no, death is like simply
stripping oneself of this and...

I don't know, transcend...

towards something better, I guess,
something more peaceful.

I died.

I died many times
and in many ways in this city.

I killed myself one night.

I died of an overdose.

They shot me in the head
in the middle of the street.

I was killed by the guerrilla.

I was killed by the narcos.

I was killed by a madman
who believed too much in religion.

I was killed
by a Spectrophiliac hunter.

I was killed by the police.

I was killed by the government.

My dream is to have a house,
a place where I belong to.

How would your house look like?

Without walls.

What else?

No windows.

What else?

No furniture.

No beds.

With people or without people?

With beings,

with animals.

With insects.

With nature.