Le 21 Avril 2002 fut le soir du premier tour des élections présidentielles. A l'annonce des résultats, une multitudes d'émotions montèrent en moi: où je vivais, ce que j'avais fait jusque là, et surtout ce que je n'avais pas fait, comment j'étais responsable moi aussi de ce résultat. Un point de cassure irrémédiable. Un de ces rares instants où l'on vit vraiment l'Histoire. Et, malheureusement, l'Histoire dans toute sa noirceur.
Ce soir là fut, aussi pour des amis chers, le moment choisi pour une soirée de surprise pour mon anniversaire. Le gâteau eut un goût amer. Collusions intimes et publiques, petites choses de la vie privée et l'histoire en marche.
Ce film tente de répondre à ces instants-là. Ma réponse à une crise existentielle profonde qui est alors apparue: comment répondre encore, comment lutter, comment exister comme artiste aujourd'hui, comment (simplement).
The 21 st of april 2002 was the day of the first round of the presidential elections. The two candidates chosen by french people for the 2nd roundof the elections were right wing Jacques Chirac, and right fascist, homophobe and racist Jean-Marie Le Pen. When the result were announced, I was overwhelmed by so many emotions: where I had lived, what I had done, and above all, what I had not done, and how I too was responsible for this outcome. An irretrievable turning point. One of those very few moments when one feels that one is really living history. But unfortunately, history at its blackest.
That very night was also the night my close friends organised a surprise birthday party for me. The cake had a bitter taste. Clash of public and private matters, small things of my intimate life and history in the making.
The film tries to answer those moments, my answer to the deep existential crisis that I then through. How to keep on going, how to flight, how to exist as an artist today, how to (simply).
