September, it is grape harvest time. For the Rinaldi family, it is an opportunity to continue their film project on rural life and the time of the seasons. If the theme of the grape harvest, as an important rite of our culture, is recurrent in amateur films, in the Rinaldi's cinema it takes on the paroxysmal heights that characterise their way of representing themselves: an ode to the peasant world almost out of time, in the years following the cries of pain about the now inevitable end of that universe. The Rinaldi can be said to be simultaneously on either side of that ridge, suspended on that point of no return. Super8 remains an antidote to the ills of modern life, thanks also to irony and optimism. Grapes are good and sweet for grandfather and granddaughter, it promises really well. Let's drink some good new wine to the Rinaldi's health and thank them for this rare gift of a peasant cinema that still briefly represents and narrates Italy in the early 1980s. And if you have ever wondered how clean bare feet crushing grapes are, you will have an answer to this dilemma.