In 2003, during a trip to Japan, I filmed about ten hours of rushes with a Mini DV camcorder, thinking of making a film that I never managed to finish. The work of time opens the mind: I dive back into the images, digitize them and by looking at them I finally find a form, bathed by the writings of Chris Marker and Nicolas Bouvier on Tokyo. “Faces” was born sixteen years later. It is an invitation to immerse yourself in the heart of a city and its inhabitants. A form of audio and visual narrative, punctuated by only three intertitles, takes the viewer into an ecstatic state between dream and reality.
In 2003, during a trip to Japan, I filmed about ten hours of rushes with a Mini DV camcorder, thinking of making a film that I never managed to finish. The work of time opens the mind: I dive back into the images, digitize them and by looking at them I finally find a form, bathed by the writings of Chris Marker and Nicolas Bouvier on Tokyo. “Faces” was born sixteen years later. It is an invitation to immerse yourself in the heart of a city and its inhabitants. A form of audio and visual narrative, punctuated by only three intertitles, takes the viewer into an ecstatic state between dream and reality.
DirectorPierre Villemin
