This film has been written symmetrically:
The second half is strictly like the first, but played backwards and mirrored.
The second part doesn’t act like a simple rewinding, but as the following of the first.
It explores all sorts of symmetry: compositions, shapes, sounds and music, scenario, colors, actions, time…
Written, directed & edited by Yann Pineill
Music by Cliff Martinez & Joseph Haydn
Starring Edouard Sanville, Daphné Sanville & Romane Pineillparachutes.tv/
The car she parked in the red zone in front of Harold’s Place on May 17, 2009. The window I rapped on. So long, MINI Cooper. Thanks for the memory.
And now for new memories. Oh, what a feeling:
Wait. One last pic with the MINI for nostalgia purposes. The exact angle we made first eye contact:
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes,
Who dribbles his food, and makes no reply,
When you say in a loud voice, “I do wish you’d try!”
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will,
I’m a small child of Ten, with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another.
A young boy of Sixteen, with wings on his feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty, my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now, I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide, and a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other, with ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my wife is now dead.
I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years, and the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man, and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles,
Grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass, a young man still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I’m loving and living life over again.
I think of the years, all too few gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people,
Open and see,
Not a cranky old man,
Look closer.
See me.— Anonymous
(Punctuation mine.)
So I guess we turn 45 this year.
The Beatles Abbey Road (1969).
EMI (C). Copyright.
Apple Records (C). Copyright.
The Orchard Music Company.00.08 Come Together
04.29 Something
07.33 Maxwell’s Silver Hammer
11.02 Oh! Darlin
14.30 Octopus’s Garden
17.23 I Want You (She’s So Heavy)
25.11 Here Comes the Sun
28.18 Because
31.04 You Never Give Me Your Money
35.07 Sun King
37.33 Mean Mr. Mustard
38.39 Polythene Pam
39.52 She Came In Through the Bathroom Window
41.51 Golden Slumbers
43.23 Carry That Weight
45.00 The End
47.20 Her Majesty
