Alberto and I met in the early 1980s, at RAI in Turin. We were just starting out. While I left for Rome like so many others, he chose to stay in Turin. I met him again thirty years later, when I returned to Turin and attended a retrospective of his work. During those thirty years, he had stubbornly continued to make his films, garnering praise at international festivals. Yet in Italy, he was virtually unknown. A "marginal filmmaker." […] On the night of the presentation, I was in the theater. In front of everyone, in a sort of public confession, he declared that he felt exhausted by that long struggle against the world. That evening, I rediscovered him, as a person and as an artist. And I understood the extremely high price he had paid for his consistency.
Marilena Moretti
