He can usually be found in a café in the Pagrati area of central Athens. His is a soft voice, and he much prefers sitting and listening to the conversations from other tables than babbling about himself. He loves Greek music and everything about the 90s, airplanes and death give him the creeps. He could come across as a bit of a snob, his moustache and his silent temperament giving him an air of James Coburn in “Duck, You Sucker”.
He started his career as an advertising copywriter before giving it up to write movies, and has since gone on to co-write the screenplays of three films with acclaimed director Yorgos Lanthimos: Dogtooth (Oscar Nominee for Best Foreign Film), Alps (Osella for Best Screenplay at the 68th Venice Film Festival), and The Lobster, for which the duo took home the Palme D’Or for Best Screenplay at the 2015 Cannes Film Festival.
As controversial when he does speak as when his pen meets the paper, in his 39th year
Efthimis Filippou gave his five answers to my five questions almost as quickly as I could press the Send button.
'Untitled' by Marton Perlaki
I live in Athens. I am 39 years old.
Athens is a difficult city but everything is difficult anyway.
The cities, the villages, the villagers, the animals, everything.
I sometimes like the fact that I am not violent and sometimes I feel sorry I am not.
During spring people have to be very careful.
That’s what I know for sure.
I don’t really know.
I am not interested in these types of conversations at all.
I prefer common people’s dialogues.
I would like to hear what a mother says to his middle aged chubby son
while they are swimming in a dead calm sea.
I would like to hear a young boy describing his father to his girlfriend.
I would like to hear the break up monologue of a bank employee over the phone.
This is titled ‘The Riddlers’
it is of two farming brothers who are riddling potatoes,
I am lucky to have farmers close by that use traditional farming methods.
Richard Burton’s and Elizabeth Taylor’s.
Rudeness, mosquitoes and electronic cigarettes.
A loner. That finally failed to be a loner.