Ozoners, Ozoners

During the last summer when drive-in theatres still projected 35mm film prints, in a free journey through the South of the USA, we are given a night tour and get to meet a projectionist, a breakdown mechanic, odd characters or children. Some of them are seen, while others are just heard. From a child’s babbling to a pervert’s coarse remarks, from the isolation of a specialist to the shared moments of an audience, everyone finds a screen out in the open air. But people now desert this once popular place. Jean-Jacques Martinod