Ostinato, Notes Pour la Méditerranée, Ostinato, Notes Pour la Méditerranée

From past to present, from rage to love: in the mist floating over the Mediterranean, emotions trade places playfully, from one memory to the next. Anne-Marie Faux’s film is a poem without an origin, except that of words themselves,echoed back from Granada to Montfermeil, via the Kabylia mountains. In front of a sea that is sometimes nearby, but often so far away, Ostinato runs the risk of a break-up, regardless of silence and imprisonment. “When war is over, put your hand on my forehead for a while to give me courage.” (V.P.)