A fiction film
An invented story
What for?
by Benoît Labourdette
with Marion Geerebaert
Do you remember ?
In your living room, back to the large window.
There was a red armchair.
You loved to sit you there.
You feel like your back in the city.
You loved me show you with this scenery around you.
You loved the red.
One day, one night...
You had put naked
on the red chair.
Back to the city.
But taken in the city.
I also remember a large laughter, another evening.
You loved the night.
You said at night the world is more alive than in daylight.
I've never seen things like that, me.
We were so different.
You remember this shouting match?
It's so hard, it lives in us after.
And then, years later, we remember.
We realize that it was a necessary step
in the course of love.
You loved cinema.
I remember : I think you had a poster
of the film "Black Series".
Yes. Yes. Yes. And pictures.
Photos of films, as seen in cinemas.
You had to take them...
Ah! And then, and then! It made me laugh so much!
Above the door of your bedroom,
there was this small sign:
"Forbidden to under 16"!
And this photo, you had exposed,
on which you were naked, blurred,
in the middle of film reels.
I am scared...
I'm afraid to see you.
Suddenly, your face comes back to me.
I do not want to remember.
You are no longer a shadow.
I want the memory of you,
joyful, in life.
I do not want to see your dead face.
In the shadows, in the dark.
When I realized it was you which was gone
and that I had stayed,
I would have preferred that we remain two shadows, and left together.
I was too close to you.
I can not endure it.
I do not want to see you anymore.
Please, let me.
Stop laughing!
It's not beautiful, a dead that laughs.
The dead should be serene, sad,
calm, neutral... they must not laugh!
Leave me ! Leave me !
I'm too close to you.
I am afraid, I dont want!
Let me live, you're too close!
Why are you doing this to me?
You are dead.
You are dead!
Back there, in my arms.
I don't want to forget you.
But this is not the face of which there I want to remember.
You died with that smile.
Give me your hand.
I felt your hand in my hand,
cool down slowly.
Life was already gone from you.
I could not move, during those hours.
So close to you.
You had no more breath.
You...
You had no more breath.
My face glued to your face.
But your hand in my hand.
The cold that settled it, slowly
Give me your hand.
I will keep your hand inside me.
All the time, in my hand.
Movie, pictures, text, voice Benoît Labourdette
Actress Marion Geerebaert