Le Battement d’ailes d’un papillon

Muybridge’s chronophotographs, the theatre and its shadows, Tarkovski’s Nostalgia, a deceased friend, a collective film never finished and mislaid somewhere in the Kiev studios, a lapse of memory in a train, veils superposed, the first image, the mother’s blurred face, juxtaposed images, the grandmother’s izba with her icon concealed behind a screen and the naïve painting of mother and child to hide the electricity meter, the photo of a beautiful unknown woman… loss is the hub of Battement d’ailes d’un papillon along with all that this has to teach us about love. The wonder inspired by images in movement does not come from the mechanical effect of an optical illusion, but rather from the enigma of desire that is being played out 24 times a second. Endless nostalgia and infinite melancholy. (Yann Lardeau)