Suite Armoricaine (2015) - full transcript

No one can be in my brain

instead of me.

There is only me inside of me.

I will need to remember...

...myself as I am now.

Otherwise...

Otherwise...

Where will I have gone?

Ah! It's working.

That's good.

Will you use the mic?



Probably.

Thank you.

Go ahead.

Hello...Hello.

Keep going.

I...

I have been in your place, on these seats.

A long time ago

I could almost as a preamble

claim for myself the enigmatic sentence
from Nicolas Poussin's painting.

"Et in Arcadia ego",

whose most common translation is

"I too, have been in Arcadia".

Arcadia,



the ultimate idyllic land.

Don't stop on my account.

[Students speak Breton]

[Students speak Breton]

Madam?

- Your notebook.
- Thank you.

[Students speak Breton]

Excuse me.

- Hello.
- Hello.

[Students resume speaking Breton]

"Salle de la cité. December 1981."

"I hope to see you soon, Françoise."

"I'm working at the library.
Stéphane Nédellec."

Who are you?

And you?

And you?
Who were you?

Ok, I'll tell you where I am.

I rented an apartment.

The hotel wasn't good enough?

Well, I saw a sign and
called the number.

I find this completely stupid.

What's stupid?

To pay rent for only one
or two nights a week.

I'm planning to spend more time here.

But I'll be coming home every weekend.

And your analysis?

- I knew you were going to ask.
- Well, of course I am.

If you could see how
gigantic the trees are.

They used to look pitiful.

It looks like they're going
to top the buildings.

Typical.

The move into action from the Bretons
running away from their analysis

is not getting pregnant or
having a stupid accident

but to return to Brittany.

They begin by discovering that their
unconscious speaks more or less Breton.

And I do say "more or less"

and pretty soon,
the analysis doesn't exist anymore.

The deadly obsession with Montparnasse
Station has already begun.

Earlier, on the campus

there was a group of
students talking Breton.

There it is! Here we are...
or rather, you are.

Don't start saying "there it is!"...

You could ask questions

instead of always knowing
everything in advance.

I don't need to.

I can picture you very well, my dear.

Go ahead, I'm listening.

You're almost naked.

That's an easy one.
It's so hot right now.

- Keep going
- I'm focusing.

You're walking towards...

...a mirror.

How did you guess?

You'll come to see me?

You know very well that since
I've started receiving on Saturdays,

I don't leave Paris.

How convenient for you...

Yes.

Françoise?

Françoise?

Hi! Is it the right place for the
second-year geography seminar?

Yeah, it's right up there.

And you're taking geography too?

Yeah, definitely...yeah.

And we need to wait outside or...?

Where are you from?

I was harvesting grapes near Nantes.

No, I meant last year.

Lydie!

Hi Lydie!

How is it going?

- How are you?
- Good, and you?

- Yeah
- Hey, it's been a while!

- Hi.
- Hi.

Come, Lydie.

So, I'm going to hand you stereoscopes.

There are not enough for everyone
so I'll ask you to form groups of 2 or 3.

Can I form a group with you?

- Are you new here?
- Yeah.

So, you'll start by determining

the common territory
between the pictures

knowing that stereoscopy is possible
only for 60% of each picture.

You place one on top
of the other like that

and then you position
the stereoscope on top.

Looking for the correct width

and by choosing beforehand
a similarity within the two pictures.

Do you see anything?

A forest,

blurry.

I'll move them.
You'll tell me when to stop.

Ah! Don't move!

- Ah, it's so good!
- Take turns.

Can you see the relief?

Yeah.

It's beautiful.

On the rhodoïd,

please delimit the essences.

The conifers...which are conic.

The geographical areas, thickets, etc.

By applying...
- And there, these are larch trees.

He didn't say anything
about larch trees.

But...these are clearly larch trees.

How do you they're larch trees?

That's because of the family I used
to live with. They were park-keepers.

Your family?

No, a family I used to live with.

They looked after the
park of a ruined castle

and city hall had turned
it into an arboretum.

And the tree behind the
window, how is it called?

I can always hear it rustle.

That's a willow.

A Chinese willow.

And you, what's your name?

Lydie.

There was also this one.

Oh yes. Thank you.

Hello, Françoise.

Hello

Did you get my letter?

Stéphane!

Thank you for the picture.

I really enjoyed it.

Do you have time for a cup of coffee?

Not now,

my first lecture starts in 20 minutes

and I need to do
some photocopies from this book.

You'd be better in my office.

I would have recognized you
anywhere. You haven't changed.

Do you believe we stay the
same person all of our life?

"Time is a kid who plays marbles".

You were the one who
found that translation.

Do you remember?

We all loved Heraclitus at the time.

Hmm

It might be the only thing
that hasn't changed.

I'm telling you now, the great Catherine
really wants to throw a dinner for you.

I'm warning you,
everybody will be there.

John Le Scieller, Sylvie Blonde,
Serge Horizon, the two Philippe,

Anita from the Dead Flowers,

the little Claire, and
maybe even her sister.

Rémi, if he's back from Madagascar.

And that girl who called
herself the Cosmonaut.

Viviane... Marion.

You're describing an amnesia, Françoise.

- An amnesia?
- An amnesia, yes.

Either there is cerebral damage, a trauma

or a massive repression
of the hysterical kind.

Everything is always clinical with you.

Forgetting things doesn't
necessarily mean it's an amnesia.

Except that meanwhile, the
unconscious remembers everything.

He's the only one.

[Man speaks Breton]

Excuse me. Can I
trouble you for a light?

Yes

Thank you.

You stop your analysis,
then you discover you're amnesic.

What will the third stage be?
I don't know, maybe you'll kill a sphinx

How many of your exes
will be at that dinner?

There it is! That's all you care about?

It was to test your memory.

If there's one thing I remember,

it's that at the time,
no one had a phone.

We met like that, in
the street or at the cafe.

You've always had
this religion of chance.

Yours is no better, the
religion of rendez-vous.

It works better to meet people.

It depends what one calls "meet".

Why am I am so afraid, every
time, at the start of first term?

All these faces who listen
or who don't listen.

Most of which, I will never meet.

You'll see

Once you'll be in the dark with
them and an Italian landscape...

hmm, yes. Everything will be fine.

Good morning.

Good morning

I am really touched to be here.

I was once on those very seats
when I was a student in Rennes.

I had not returned, except
for a symposium last year.

I could almost, as a preamble

identify myself with the enigmatic
epitaph from Nicolas Poussin's painting.

With which we will begin.

"Et in Arcadia ego."

whose most common translation is

I too,

was in Arcadia"

Arcadia!

This Greek land, neighbor to Sparta,

which was turned into the
metaphor for all earthly paradises.

Why not this campus?

And that eternal youth.

Do you want me to carry
you on my shoulders?

Why?

That way, you won't
have to hold my hand.

- Does it bother you, my cane?
- No.

Please, I really want to carry you.

If you put me on your shoulders, you'll
realize I'm not wearing any panties.

I knew it! Who'd be stupid enough to
wear underwear with that late June heat?

Come on, please! Can I carry you?

- How?
- Look.

I'll get down.

You put your foot here,
you put your weight on here.

Wait.

Wait.

Go ahead.

Careful.

Are you ok?

Yes!

But what...

I can't see anything.

It feels like we're one body.

Don't move.

I didn't move.

You did, a little.

When you know I'm in the
room, not far from you

how do you know?

Do you hear me or is it my scent?

My aura?

Do you believe in the aura, Ion?

I believe in everything.

The aura must fill roughly the
same space as the scent.

Maybe the scent is the
molecular version of the aura.

You smell of honey.

Or oysters.

And you of chestnut flower.

Finish your exercise for
next week. Thank you!

I received several phone calls

from someone who would like to see you
again, and who claims to be your mother.

You stated on your information
sheet that your father was unknown

and also that your
mother had passed away.

Can you confirm she has passed away?

We consider she has passed away.

What do you mean, you "consider"?

A person is either living or dead.
That's beyond any consideration.

Do you have a legal guardian?

I've been of age for a year.

I was in foster care on weekends, but
they've gone into a retirement home.

And Nicole Martin, your emergency contact?

She's the winegrower I've worked
for the last couple of years.

Does she know you're
putting her name down?

If I need an amputation or a face
transplant, she'll know what to do.

And your mother?

There's a woman claiming to
be my mother, but she's not.

Listen Ion, you're an adult.

If this person calls
again, I'll tell her

you don't wish to be in touch with her.

Alright?

Listen, you're pissing me off! You're
all pissing me off! I've had enough, ok?!

Call me back!
Call me back, ok?

Françoise?

Stéphane didn't tell you?

I cancelled the dinner.

Come in.

Take your coat off, sit down.

Here, I brought a bottle
of Hautes-Côte-de-Nuits.

Very nice, we'll open it.

Take your coat off, sit down.

That idea of a reunion
dinner with everybody...

...well, it was my idea.

Just the two of us
like that, it's nice.

What was that?

- Is that the wind shaking the building?
- Yes.

You get used to it. Most people can't.

They move out because of this shaking.

Me, I like it.

I feel like I'm living on a branch.

To our lovers.

May they show themselves one day.

Is something wrong, Catherine?

Everything was fine

until I learned you were in Rennes.

Tell me, why did you come back?

There was a tenure position
available at the University.

So I applied.

You want me to believe you left a
Parisian university to come back to Rennes?

I couldn't stand Paris
anymore, I was suffocating.

Or rather, I was scratching myself.

I had eczema for years on my hands

but as soon as I'd leave Paris
for a symposium or anything...

...the eczema would vanish.

Let me see.

It's gone.

Well, you've always been
like that, the nice girl

who goes to the parties and
the most hardcore concerts

but even after an all-nighter,
right on time at the lecture hall!

What did you like?

Like a spectator!

The girl who stays on the sidelines,

who watches others get hammered,
but who doesn't dive.

She plays pinball,
her neck really straight.

She throws her balls
into the future...

Catherine...

The difference between you
and us was that WE hated life!

And I loved it?

You adored it.

You didn't even realize it.

No need to take drugs
or to cut your wrists,

you didn't even need to play music!

Alright, I loved life.

- Were you at the concert?
- James White?

It was at L'Espace.

Comfort Yourself!

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Cours Kennedy, please. In Villejean.

- By the canal?
- Yes, by the canal.

To the right of the river is Hell.

And to the left, Paradise.

So, this river can't the Styx...

which separates the world of
the living from that of the dead.

It would likely be the Cocytus...

flowing from the Acheron...

And here, flowing in the
opposite direction would be...

the Phlegethon...

Also flowing from the Acheron.

It's of course absurd
on a hydrographic map.

But until the 17th century,
it was believed that

the earth hid in its depths

an intense network of
underground streams and rivers

which drained it

similar to the vascular
system in the human body.

Charon, the oversized ferryman,
escorts a pale frail being.

It's a human soul, that
seems tempted by Hell.

More so than by the
call of this angel, here.

Why? Because the soul

sees something else than
us, who look at the painting.

From its point of view, Hell
offers a welcoming shore.

Cerberus lies low.

A pleasant meadow
precedes a charming thicket.

Whereas Paradise is surrounded by reefs.

We can only reach with difficulty
through the rocks and the swamps

indicated by the reeds there.

Delicate and passive like a sick child,

the soul seems to be on a stroll.

The right hand solemnly
placed on the side.

Are you alright?

Maybe we should take
him into the nurse's office.

He says he wants to see
the end of the lecture.

- Pardon me? - He says he wants
to see the end of the lecture!

We are going to talk about
the Lethe, the river of Oblivion

which heals every ill
when one drinks its water.

We ate downtown with the two Philippe.

I didn't tell you, but everyone
freaked out about this dinner.

The two Phillipe think that
the great Catherine is crazy.

It appears that she's had several
stays in psychiatric hospitals.

Well, these things happen...

She's obsessed with all the dead.

Everyone in our past who has died.

She's even made a map of the
graveyards of Rennes and of every plot.

Did she give it to you?

Must the email she sent me this morning.

I heard that John Le Scieller
is recording another album?

It's been two years,

and nobody has heard any of it.

Apparently, he's recording at his
place some kind of very long album,

a bit like "In Search of Lost Time"
but in the form of a record.

You were all in love
with him at the time.

He was really good-looking.

By the way, I don't even know
if we talked even once.

Maybe one time

Your memory's coming back, Françoise.

Are you alright?

Do you have a headache?

No, it's the dream I had last night.

It's coming back to me.

I was sitting at the Flandres's terrace.

But the word "Flandres"
had another signification.

Another reality was hiding
behind the name of the cafe.

On top of that, I had no money.

So the cafe's owner, who looked
a lot like the great Catherine...

...refused to serve me.

I went to the ATM.

The instructions were written in Breton.

[Man sings in Breton]

I couldn't understand a thing.

Even though I should have been able to.

And at the end of the street

There was a sphinx at the end
of every street of Villejean.

It's a bit too lucid
for a dream, isn't it?

That's because you had drunk wine

your unconscious wasn't
making too much effort.

Do you think the unconscious
is the type to make an effort?

The effort to code, no?
To transform into an enigma?

But the enigma may
have been there first.

She may be the first language.

And even, the only language
capable of telling the reality.

Are they fighting?

They're the homeless from
yesterday. They've come back.

What are you gonna do?
You're gonna drive me out, is that it?

Go ahead! Hit me! Hit me!

Don't you touch her!
Don't you touch her!

We're going!

We're gone!
- They're leaving, there's no need...

Where is Ion?

The right hand solemnly
placed on the side.

Are you alright?

Maybe we should take
him to the nurse's office.

- He says he wants to see
the end of the lecture. - Pardon me?

He says he wants to see
the end of the lecture!

We are going to talk about the Lethe

the river of Oblivion

Which heals every ill
when one drinks its water.

But be careful, when one drinks the cup of
Oblivion, one does not forget everything.

There remains

a reminiscence of the past life.

And the idyllic Arcadian landscape
also has for mission to revive

the vague recollection
of our past lives.

The fracture is clean.
There's no doubt.

Am I gripping too hard?

You're losing an 'E'.

Ion!

How did you get in?

I showed my ID card,
proved I was your mother.

You're well protected!

You see, I borrowed
this after the shower.

I'm doing better, Ion.

I met someone. His name's Dav.

In March, we'll be moving into
a housing project in Toulouse.

- What are you doing?
- I've got homework to do.

Me and Dav, we have all our
stuff locked in a hotel in Mimizan.

- In the Landes.
- How do you know?

That's right, my son is a geographer!

- I'm not your son!
- Whose son are you, then?

I remember when you came out
of my belly. You were really ugly.

Don't you have a can of
beer hidden somewhere?

- You would have found it already.
- And something to eat?

There's rice in the kitchen.

That's all you eat?

Why don't you invite me to McDonald's?

You've got a scholarship, don't you?

- I've received nothing. They're late.
- Ah shit...

Is that why you came?
For my scholarship?

I came to see you. You're handsome.

Six years, it's too long without
seeing you, talking to you...

We said we would never
see each other again!

You said that, you and all these
assholes from social services!

Anyway, it doesn't mean anything
"never" except when everything is over.

Fuck, it's freezing...

Hey, it's freezing!

Don't you think I've been
cold enough in my life?

Don't you think I've been cold enough...

You've always done everything to be
cold, to be hungry, to be hurt!

Dave, look. My son.

Ion, this is Dav.

Hey, son.

Ion, will you drink with us?
- Non.

I like your hair, how you
style them all mussed up.

You've got a mane of hair!

Let me go.

Where are you going?

We'll have one drink
and then we'll scram.

Ion! I'm talking to you!

Oh! Ion!

- Hi
- Hi

Do you where's the symposium?

I think there's a poster here, so it
must be in the building there...

Ok. Which building did you say it was?

Right there, just in front of you.

- Do you know if I need an ID badge?
- No, I think you can go in like that.

Are you sure? And you're not going?

No, I have class over there. Bye.

Maybe later, bye.

The imitation of the look...

for the First Renaissance painters

would lead to the imitation
of the landscape.

Here, we can thus see the golden ribbon

"il nastro dorato Di beato Angelico",

like an infinity,
an infinity which develops into

a pictorial finitude at
a time when perspective

does not yet equate narrative.

The Eye of the Renaissance
needs this pennon

like a relic from the
Middle Ages mantras.

But already, Paolo Uccello's tilings

open under the feet of the
astounded different perspectives...

- You're alright, John?
- Yeah. And you?

And how could we not remember...

I couldn't find anyone to replace me,
so I have to leave in five minutes.

...he woke up at night to break
through the mysteries of perspective.

Thank you.

- I didn't think you'd come.
- Me neither, I haven't been here since...

- You were at the University?
- Yeah, English studies.

Well, for three months...

We will now listen to Françoise Diraison

who teaches art history
here in this university

and whose lecture bears
an intriguing title:

"The Letter 'T', Ancestor of Perspective,

or How God was Dismissed by the
Human Eye during the Renaissance"

Françoise, it's your turn.
We can't wait to hear more.

Good morning.

Thank you for inviting me to contribute
to this reflection on infinity

which is the theme of this symposium.

We'll begin by looking at
a 14th century planisphere.

Within the medieval convention,
East is at the top

so that Jerusalem and
Mount Ararat culminate.

At the summit of which
you see Noah's Ark.

This vertical river is actually
the Mediterranean Sea.

To the left, Europe.
To the right, Africa.

And at the top, the horizontal river
is an amplification of the Danube,

prolonged by the Red Sea.

As you can see, these
two axes form a "T",

The Greek letter, Tau.

The letter "T"...
- Well, I'm going.

First representation of the
cross, before the crucifix

I'll join you for the
post-symposium drink.

- There are drinks?
- Always

The initial of Theo, God.

It appears that the initials of the
divine is a cartographic element

more important than visual reality,
to the point of making the Danube

and the Mediterranean
Sea in equal widths,

in any case, until the Renaissance.

And even, two centuries later,

We find the letter "T"

in the most famous of
imaginary cartographies

The Map of Tendre.

Between the Middle Ages
and the 17th century,

the letter "T", of Theo and of Tendre,

has known another destiny,

that of perspective

which will consider as another
manifestation of the "T",

a "T"

A "T" formed by

the perpendicular between the axis
of the cyclopean eye of the spectator,

the convergence line

and the horizon line of the painting.

How are you, John?

Stéphane had told me you might come.

It was awesome to see you on stage.

You weren't too bored?

No, I was happy to be at a symposium.

I dozed off in the dark with your
voice in the background. It was nice.

Everyone was sleeping, right?
- No, I understood.

The world is shapeless, so is reality.

For a landscape to be visible,
it needs to contain between the lines

the letter "T"
or the rules of perspective...

or whatever rebus.

Since the lecture, I find
everything unreal. I love it.

Bravo for your lecture
- Thank you.

I wanted to ask you...
Can we drop the formalities?

Yes.

Hmm, I was sitting behind you at
the college refectory the other day

and I heard you recounting a dream.

Maybe I shouldn't have...

There was a sphinx that
talked Breton, right?

No, it's the ATM that spoke Breton.

The sphinx wasn't saying anything...

Well, you're changed
the whole story again.

[They speak Breton]

Hmm, did someone talk
Breton in your family?

My grandparents. My parents
too, but not as well.

- And you?
- Almost nothing, a few words.

Would you be willing to talk about your
dream at the Celtic and Breton faculty?

Why?

- We collect dreams.
- Among other things.

Every Summer, Catherine talked about showing
up unannounced to your parents' bistro.

Where was it?

It's so small. I haven't been
there in a long time.

I have no family left there.

Trégarvan.

- What a memory!
- It just came back to me.

I was there last week.

Really? You all know Trégarvan?

The village centre, a little.
- That's where my parents lived.

I was always at my grandparents' farm.

How was it called?

You know all the farms?

No, but we're interested in their names.

It was sold. It's been
more than 20 years.

What was the sphinx's enigma?

It's a riddle about the
three stages of life.

The answer is man.

The farm was called "Kerellec".
It's getting cold, isn't it?

Are you John Le Scellier?

Hey, you wouldn't have a cigarette?

Can you give me a smoke, beautiful?

I'll take two.

Go ahead.

Do you also have a light?

You've got everything.

No one has everything.

Because...

"In the middle of the
deluge of calamities

which ruined and drowned
the unfortunate Italy,

Not only had disappeared

anything that could have
born the name of "edifice"

But also, which was even worse, the
race of artists had completely died out".

"When was born..."

Ion! Hou hou!

"In the year 1240, from the
noble family of the Cimabue

"Giovanni...

nicknamed Cimabue, who would give
back its luster to the art of painting."

Growing up, Cimabue was
deemed by his father and others

to possess a sharp and subtle mind...

and he was sent to study the
Belles-Lettres at Santa Maria Novella,

from a master who was related to him

and who taught Grammar at that
time to the monastery's novices.

But instead of applying himself, and
as if he was pushed by nature itself,

he spent all his time
drawing on his books

and on other pieces of papers...

What are you doing here with a book?

On your own?

Not even an atlas!

Aren't you showering anymore?

Why don't you come in class anymore?

You still have your splint?

Why aren't you living in your room?

Where are you sleeping?

Why don't you answer to Lydie anymore?

Oh, can I speak?

We don't want you to speak, we
want you to get yourself sorted!

Ion...Ion, wait.

I don't know you, I don't
know you, I don't know you...

Wait for me!

Your buddies in my room,
I want them the hell out.

I told them.

And you too.

Do you want to get coffee?
- No.

It's good being here with you.

Even if it's cold, even if you're not
talking to me...Still, we're together.

It won't last but...

...we're together with our cigarettes.

It's so great.

Do you remember when
we travelled to Greece?

We slept on the bridge of
ferries between two islands.

You were almost 8.

Where has it gone, this voyage?

Where is it now?

You suck!

Die, you little jerk!

Get the hell out!

Die!

Hey, you don't have a smoke?

No sorry, I don't have any.

Can you give me a cigarette, beautiful?

I'll take two.

Go ahead.

Do you also have a light?

You've got everything.

No one has everything.

Can I take your lighter?
- Keep it.

Thank you.

Françoise.

Who are you?

I know your voice.

Moon.

Moon! Moon!

For fuck's sake, are
you stupid or what?

Come sit down with us, Ion.

Where is she?

Who? Moon?

Yeah.

She's gone to Bruz
- Her dump!

Gone to see her old aunt, I believe.
- The old aunt has kicked the bucket.

- Do you want her number?
- No, what old aunt?

Ask her.

She'll be back around midnight. She'll
be there in time for the New Year.

She must already be in town. She must
be hanging around Rue de la Soif.

That's why I don't see
my daughter anymore.

On the phone, it's alright
but when I see her...

You mean, when she sees you!

Are you alright, Françoise?

- Wine, my dear?
- No, thanks.

Let's toast to this wonderful night.

Sköll!
- SKÖLL!

Françoise? Françoise!

[They talk in Breton]

- You're alright?
- Yeah.

- How about I tell you what we do here?
- Yes.

We're in the process of creating
a laboratory of ethnology

at the Breton and Celtic faculty.

We're focusing on the practices
of sociability in occidental Brittany

during the 30-year post-war boom,
their mutation, in a nutshell.

We're working on the
rituals of politeness,

on objects of pride
and objects of shame,

the sorting in the transmission
process of the language,

the sentiment of the territory.

And the magical practices.

And you would like us to talk about...

About you.

About me? As a...

As you.

Your childhood, in Trégarvan,
at that time.

Ah...

If that's alright with you.

Ok.

Well, I'm ethnologue...ethnological.

But fine, if I can be
useful to your research...

The other day, after you left,

John Le Scieller told us your
grandfather was "diskonter".

Yes, he was a healer.

"Diskonter". I had forgotten this word.

Did he have specialties?

Yes, he healed fear.

And red patches.

For humans and animals too.

I'm not used to talk about it.

That's why we're interested.

He healed what kind of fears?

It could be the fear of a cow
that couldn't calve anymore

because lightning had
struck close to it.

Or the fear of a child,
who had nightmares

since a woodpile had
fallen next to him.

How would it go?

People came looking for him,
at any time, any hour.

He could be in his potato field.

He stopped his work to listen.

He asked questions.

It was rarely...

And all of sudden, he would understand.

He would leave.

Sometimes, I stayed with the people.

Sometimes...

Sorry.

Sometimes, I followed him.

He let me follow him.

He would always let me follow him.

And where would he go?

Behind the farm.

It was always at the same spot.

It was his spot.

That's where he had his plants.

What plants?

Thanks.

What made you cry?

All of this.

It remained living in my memory.

A world stuck in time.

Never talked about.

Without words, like that.

Untouched.

Could we stop?

I have to go the museum
before it closes.

I had forgotten, but I have to photograph
a painting before tomorrow's lecture.

Thank you.

See you later, thanks.

See you.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Hello.
- Is your grandfather here?

- Sven?
- Yes.

How are you?

Hmm, I asked the building manager.
No one's seen you cardboard box.

Sometimes, they use them

to block the building's door
and they forget about it.

What was in it?

- The letter "E".
- Then, it doesn't matter.

Give me a great writer whose
name starts with the letter "E".

Except for a few ancient Greeks...

The transporter tells me I've
got almost no chance to find it.

A library shouldn't be
moved on a sudden impulse.

Actually, it shouldn't be moved at all.

I missed my books.

You're leaving me, Françoise.

I don't think so.

You're leaving me and
the worst about it is

that you're not realizing it.

What I know is that...

...I need this experience of solitude.

- The doorbell.
- Must be a mistake.

John? What are you doing here?

- Am I bothering you? - I leave
you to your experience of solitude.

Sven!

Would you like to sit down?

Do you want something to drink?

I have tea or...

We're not going to stay here, are we?

You're completely crazy to live here.

Let's go for a ride, alright?

Should I skip to the next song?
- Why?

The tracks are very long. The shorter
is six and a half minutes.

No, leave it...

I like it.

You're lucky getting to spend
your time making music.

And you're lucky to spend
your life looking at paintings.

♪ Listen! The wings of
the birds fluttering.

♪ That one is looking for its double

♪ under thundering applause.

♪ On the lake, there's a swan missing.

♪ Chosen by lightning, he is the same

♪ Alex...

♪ On the lake, there's a swan missing

♪ Alex, boxer in his spare time

♪ On the lake

♪ there's...

♪ A swan

How do you manage

to have such a good memory?

It may be through constantly
learning melodies, texts, songs.

Couldn't the songs make
you forget the rest?

The rest, maybe. But not you.

You're making things sound romantic,
but at the time we barely knew each other.

And we didn't talk,
if only to say hello.

Still, we went to the same
concerts, and that's not nothing.

I thought again of a man
who came from a long way

his face completely
covered with red patches.

It had lasted a very long time.

In the darkness of the workshop,
one patch after the other.

My grandfather slowly circled them,
each nine times with a wisp of straw

murmuring an incantation...

A magical incantation?

Yes, and the last circle motion,
without a word...

...blowing softly.

Do it...

Did you return to your room?

No, not yet.

Let me remind you you're not allowed
to sublet or lend it to your friends.

They're not friends. They're students
with whom I'm studying for midterms.

I didn't come to talk about my
room but about my scholarship.

Indeed, you should have received your
scholarship at the start of the month.

But since in the meantime
your mother passed away...

My mother passed away?

They didn't tell you?

Who's "they"?

The police,

The city of Bruz, the University!

Where were you? Everyone
was looking for you!

I can't believe that
no one let you know!

Do you want a glass of water?

This is your mother's death certificate.

It's a good thing for you to have.

Do you want me to call
someone to get you?

"For two centuries, a mythologic land,

Arcadia acted as a shield
between nature and humans,

rendering invisible all
of Europe's landscapes.

But, what is this time during which
we choose to represent the landscape

such as Mediterranean mountains
bedecked with thickets,

populated by nymphs,
shepherds and cyclopes?

It's precisely at that time when
started in America and in Africa,

and also in Europe, the
intensive exploitation,

outrageous, of nature's riches.

Until one stands physically
in front of a painting,

in its real dimensions, one can't
really understand anything about it.

I too, am glad to virtually wander

in all the world's museums
thanks to the internet,

but there's a Fine Arts
museum in this city,

which contains a few noteworthy works.

I visit it often but since the start of
term, I haven't seen any of you there.

Well, I'm going. Are you sure
you don't want to come with me?

I'll call you, tell you about it.

Good morning, I would like to
see Mr. Nédellec, please.

I represent the collective
of the visually impaired.

Yes, I was informed.
Stéphane has not arrived yet.

Do you want to wait for him in his office?
- Yes, please.

Bye.

- Good morning, Lydie.
- Good morning.

- Are you alright?
- Yes.

Would you like some tea? Some coffee?

Hmm, some tea.

Let me show you to the couch.

Thank you but there's no
need, I know where it is.

- See you in a minute then.
- Thank you.

Ion?

Are you living here? In the library?

The transporter says I've got
almost no chance to find it.

I missed my books.

I don't think so.

What I know is that...

I need this experience of solitude.

It must be a mistake.

John? What are you doing here?

- Am I bothering you?
- I leave to your experience of solitude.

Sven!

Come in.

The key under the welcoming mat, really?

That way, I'm not losing
it. I saw my neighbor...

- ...and your driver's license,
- I have it.

I don't know how to drive anymore.
- Don't worry, it's like riding a bike.

- Even after 20 years without driving?
- Yes.

Speaking about that...

- Françoise?
- Stéphane?

How are you?

I just got a call from
the great Catherine.

It's sad news. She told
me that Moon has died.

When?

She was found on January 1st

in an agricultural building,
not far from Bruz.

Died from the cold.

At the time, we had a sound system.

We would show up anywhere,
up to 14 trucks sometimes.

We'd arrive in a field,
put on the music,

and the sound created
the territory, 'Çoise.

You didn't know
that, did you?

No, when I arrived in Paris

I started to see other people,
stopped going to the concerts.

What we did, it was not the concerts,

this thing where you line up
one track after the other.

The track lasted two hours, all night.

It was an experience, a trance!

From the back of a
field, anywhere really.

It was so good to make people dance,

without end, without hours,
without gates, without money.

We weren't asking for money.

Why did it stop?

Ion.

When they took him away from me,
they put him in family here and there.

I tried not to be too far from him,
so I would see him a little.

I kidnapped him too. Three times.

- He's your son?
- Yeah.

He's studying at the University
here these days.

Do you want me to lend you my apartment?

The Christmas holidays start
on Friday. I'm going to Paris.

What about when you come back?

You could stay, while
you figure things out.

hmm...I'm not on my own. I have Dav.

He's always with his two stupid friends.

Fuck,

I can't stand them anymore.

Do you...want to bring them with you?

Forget it, 'Çoise.

Buy me another half-pint and "kenavo"!

Your coat is beautiful.

Hmm, I bought it yesterday,
on Saint-Georges street.

Will you give it to me?

Ah, but I just bought it.

Earlier, you asked what
was it that I wanted.

So I'm telling you, your
coat. Please, 'Çoise.

If you want, we'll meet
tomorrow, downtown,

I'll buy you the same, with pleasure!

Tomorrow, downtown!
Tomorrow downtown...

Why not here and now?
Why do I have to wait?

Tomorrow night, I'll be in
Barcelona or somewhere else!

Let me try it on.

Come on, 'Çoise, let me try it on.
I'll give it back to you!

Alright.

Wait!

Wow, it looks really good on me!

Well I'm keeping it!

But Moon, please! I'll give you
enough to buy yourself the same one.

You're pissing me off! You're the
one who wanted to give me something!

Moon!

Moon! Moon!

I'm keeping it!
- Moon!

That's the one.

In bloom.

He only used the leaves.

Do you remember its name?

They were all ordinary plants, that grow
everywhere, that no one notices,

some sort of weed.

I don't even know if they had a name.

"Trompili glaz", the carpet bugleweed.

- Nine were needed to heal fear, right?
- Yes.

- Did you know how to recognize them?
- Yes.

Sometimes, he sent me searching
for them when he was missing one.

So he must have designated
them one way or the other.

In French, in Latin, in Breton.

I can't remember. No, not in Latin...

"Linat", the stinging nettle.

And that one?

"Krampouz mouzig",

The navelwort [known as "nombril de
Vénus" in French = Venus's navel]

"Krampouz mouzig"...
Yes, it was one of them.

Yes, this one too.

"An troc'h".

How is it pronounced?
"Louzounn an troc'h".

"Louzounn an troc'h"...

"Louzaouenn an troc'h",
the yarrow.

What Romanticism introduces,

is the incongruity of man in nature.

Nature is bigger than
him and threatening.

Contrary to what has
often been said, Romanticism

isn't a communion with nature,
but rather a fear in the face of it.

The communion is over.

With the industrial civilization,

nature has become barbaric and mutic.

It risks at any moment
to give birth again

to the darkest emotions.

Nature is projected to the side
of the unconscious forces.

Thank you.

See you next year.

We'll talk about it again.

Hello.

We don't know each other but...
- We met once.

The last time I saw my
mother, she was with you.

You're Ion, Moon's son.

Yes.

Huh...

Right now I have to go,
I'm in a dissertation jury.

But we need to meet,
we need to talk...

Are you done with your exams?

Almost.

It's not looking good but...

There's a trip...

It's not very far, I wanted
to do it alone but...

do you want to come with me?

Do you want me to tell you where it is?

No, anywhere's fine. I'll come.

"All day long,

...in this house a bit too "country",
which only looked like a place to nap,

in between two strolls
or during the downpour,

...one of these houses where every
room looks like a den of greenery...

and where, on the
hanging of the bedrooms,

the roses of the garden in one,
the birds of the trees in the other,

have joined you and keep you company

isolated, at least,

for these were old hangings on which each
rose was separate enough from the others,

so that we could have
plucked it, had it been alive,

so that we could put each
bird in a cage to tame them.

Without any of these
large decorations...

of today's bedrooms,

where on a silver background,

all the apple trees of Normandy...

have taken shape in the Japanese style,

to hallucinate the hours...

that you spend in bed."

"All day long...

I remained in my room which...

looked out onto the
beautiful greeneries...

of the park and onto
the lilacs of the entrance,

the green leaves...

of the tall trees by the water,

gleaming in the sun...

and Méséglise forest."

Wow!
- It's beautiful, huh?

It's wild...

- Are you alright? Not afraid?
- No, why?

I haven't driven in a while.

- It doesn't show.
- Really? That's good.

Do you know them?
- No.

But these two fields
belonged to my grandfather.

Kerellec.

I don't know if I want
to see the farm again...

...with other people living in it.

Come, we'll take this path.

Has it changed?

No.

But...

...we'll come back later.

Let's go eat.

What will you do this Summer?

I'll work for a market gardener.

And then, I'm going
to Greece with Lydie.

She's my friend.

In the Aegean Sea.

What about you?

I don't know yet.

I just left the man I shared the
last 15 years of my life with.

So, I can do whatever I want.

I've started writing on

the representation of
dreams in painting.

I really want to work
but at the same time,

for the first time, I'm very much
looking forward to doing nothing.