Doors Films
The old-fashion peddling, facing the all-marketing-all-network, it's a twisted and anachronistic way to join the all-public… The only crime committed by the salesman : knocking on doors, committing, selling ! Talking and listening ! Deliver the improbable, of the rare, of the useless. And scream with obsession: There is a cinema that you don't see often, and it is also for you!
A feature on this peddling is in preparation... Until his release, a regular online of Doors Films transmits the poetics and the paradox of this practice to you : when the Tin man brings gravity,, it's not serious. Then it doesn't matter ! he said, and it goes.
These Doors Films, are an opening on people in front of their door and also on issues. Aren't the thresholds of homes these interstices which put in echo the intimate and outside realities ?
This car gives me the runaround –
My job my passion, Michel, agricultural representative – Humorous tribute to farmers and the trade he just left. A nod to my cinema peddling, a certainly less essential than the peasantry branch !
Words like wind – Stéphanie, an energy that moves the elements… A fall meeting in the neighborhood.
(R)evolutions – Messages, are found everywhere on people's doors, in neighborhoods, in buildings, the gardens… On the walls too,, but it is more rare… Everyone has his own revolution to fulfill and an horizon to open. That is encouraging. Sufficient ? Wish to compare this to Tibetan prayer flags (in a next film)…
light and shade in Isérables – Some mountain villages seem like a dream when a light beam affects them and attracts my attention from the surveyed in hawking cosy gardens and neighborhoods.. In Isérables... yes, I forgot that a movie theatre had existed once upon a time.…
Time, famille… improvising around a grog – Claudio makes me go in, and wonders to have so many things to say in front of the camera…
Cédric : something to say…
Memories of communism (and… nothing is ever due) – When I drive that day..., it is actually towards other horizons : Poland of Alina childhood in which she connects the duration of our meeting. Communism was difficult, terrible, it is known , but a certain nostalgia for that time shows us : When resources are inside, the fervor and solidarity are there too, compensate the hardness, and are difficult to replace by our external capitalist resources…
Be entertained… or when a moment will never be again – Live and build our moments, rather than watching the world go by. Everything shows us that we were in phase in this moment of captation, until the final incident…
Our past is not a ruin – The villagers also may be interested in another cinema, poetic, sensory, the one shown in small urban cinemas, research theaters. But in the villages, I always crosses so few people too… It was then that Hervé gives me part of his science… It is true that our ancestors lived in color-not black-white as we imagine, while even the Middle Ages still resonates color ! It's true ancient village life was extremely lively , the cinema they lived it and didn’t need it, it's true that their lives and their photos were spontaneous and not only picture or postcard.
They were also peddlers – Alpine peddling, as mentioned by Hervé, has had its credentials. Itinerant trade has permeated some Alpine passes, some valleys and villages, it was colorful. In perspective with my peddling, to take the film to the people, seemingly trivial act.
A Home and the World – In the gardens, on the threshold of the house, whenever we seek solutions to the world, I think back to Voltaire (Cultivate our garden) and Camus (Help others to cultivate). And here again… As come the hints of a new night in the end of the day, we recall once again opportunities for action in the face of the world.
We were happy – There is what they say, but above all how they say it, how they adapt to the first experience of being filmed, by an almost unknown that comes through the door. Daniel is one of those that offer me a nice range of expressions, and it is this that remains for me, In the evening darkness, as I keep knocking on doors in the neighborhood.
Her husband will not come back – A lady, confided in me this week: her husband will die in hospital, of course she has no head to watch movies. From this moment, I just see the visited places by door-to-door quite differently … Walking through solitary places and objects.
Hitchhiking and hawking – He's young, he still has his childhood, he likes the idea of door-to-door, it's natural for him. He also wants the cinema make him pass the time. Among the apricot blossoms.
Society of the spectacle – I had not read Guy Debord yet.
– untitled – Peddling and feeling of powerlessness in front of the current events, regain the spirit of the spontaneous party, to find our faculties to make and to change…
Complicity – Initiate or interrupt the camera breaks something in the natural flow of the moment. Leave Stephan to tie him to the landscape in panning changes something. Looking back towards him, Stephan is yet always there…
Organs in the mountains – Hidden treasures gradually unveiled. All, do we hide anything? ?
His house – Intimate connection between the mind of a child and his dwelling place…
Better to laugh – Friendship and complicity for youth ! There is also the voice, what is said, the tone and timbre…
Mary : playing the game – This is one of the few times where I propose to the person who comes to the door to play for me for the film. Here, it had to allow allow Mary to “redo” her spontaneous behavior to ask her husband inside again and again for checking where are the dogs by . Mary, very spontaneous, indulges occasionally, But I'm not a fan of this method of filming…
How to tell… my life as a sled dogs driver (musher) !? –
In front of the doors – Unwelcome thoughts while waiting for a door to open…
reason and felt – Someday I may know why the obsession to knock on all the doors. Patience ! each his way, It's what Philippe tells me ? Feel then comes the reason, at the beginning were the skin and air, then came the brain. Then he tells me about his son and his recovery from a serious illness, simple words, full of love, Necessary to show him without dismantling so without editing, it will be for next time…
There is something else – First person I film outside his door, Fabienne. After 12 years of peddling, let's go for a long serie ! My high-resolution Nokia mobile will capture those fragile moments in a user-friendly way… But the Act of taking the camera and initiate it interfers in the relationship that is established. How to solve this one day ?
Young men and petanque – I rarely meet people in their garden. But there, Yann and Alex are playing bocce… and it's an opportunity to get rid of the world and do it again. Could simple daily acts change something ?
