Ohjaus:
Marguerite DurasKäsikirjoitus:
Marguerite DurasKuvaus:
Pierre LhommeSävellys:
Carlos D'AlessioJuonikuvaukset(1)
Each night in Paris, hundreds of men and women anonymously use telephone lines that date from the German Occupation and are no longer listed to talk to each other, to love each other. These people, shipwrecked lovers, are dying to love, to escape the abyss of solitude. (Les Films du Losange)
Arvostelut (1)
Love slides along the telephone line like a gaze through deserted shots. Where we expect to find a person, we find emptiness, and where we come across a face, we find someone else, someone different from who we were looking for, than who we always looked for, but never wanted to see: because she, whom sight would not recognize and would only truly know with eyes closed in the darkness of the world, cannot be seen, but especially not by me - there is no image in the text of desire, there is nothing to see here. The Boat called Night faces the Night of Time. Blind. Only with a blind gaze, wandering over her black image, can one see the one who needs to be hidden behind words, voices, Paris, so that they can merge with her, the one who cries in the night, dissolved in general desire, distorted by a chasm; the one transformed beyond recognition, beyond their own recognition… It is because only the one who allows themselves to be lost in the general desire of the night, where love knows no names, only faces that can belong to anyone at any moment, will not be afraid to tear away the scratch from their self and their you and look behind the black image, enter it, from which everything came and into which everything will submerge. The whole night...
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