Mr. Dimitris and Mrs. Dimitroula

Dimitris, our hero, died a tragic death two years after this film's release. He got ran over by a heartless driver, who abandoned him bleeding on the road...

We are blessed to have this short fine movie to remember him. For we must not let forget a human so beautiful, so pure, so tortured, whom society (including his family) has treated so cruelly and unjustly.

I particularly appreciated the filmmaker's respectful attitude towards Dimitris. Tzeli doesn't try to present him as a weirdo, but lets him freely express himself in his own genuine way. That's why this documentary is so successful, because it is Dimitris who defines its narration.

Most importantly, what we realize watching the film is that Dimitris was in fact a truly admirable person, for he accomplished something very, very rare. Amidst this terribly brutal and sick society, he has been able to retain his pure self intact. He did not betray neither renounce his self.

Dimitris wasn't just an adorable, harmless eccentric figure. Dimitris was a brave, strong human. May his memory live on. Thank you for this film, Tzeli.