TONIGHT WE GO TO THE CINOCHE!
BY JEAN-CLAUDE ROCLE
IT HAS NOT BEEN SO LONG, ME, MY GIRLS AND FRIENDS, MOVING OUT OF CINEMA EMPLIS OF LIFE.
Hidden between the bumpers of the "runners", or in front of the hood of the "two horses", hidden in the angle of the high carriage doors, we continued the marvelous dream that the images had just delivered to us: duels in foil, chases in horse, hectic, disturbing, burlesque adventures, and, supreme experience, kiss to the princess imprisoned in her tower.
Myth or reality ?
Not so long ago the cinemas were called Clichy-Palace, Monte-Carlo, Gaité-Clichy, Gloria ..
In the evening, very slowly, in the chilly air of the scorching autumn, we left our roles, put down our weapons and our masks and, casually, became ourselves again.
Only remained, floating around us like an aura of mystery, the border of a land of plenty, the dotted line of a dream which vanished into a strange feeling of joyful and melancholy bliss at the same time: HAPPINESS!
Happiness to have lived incredible lives, to have experienced feelings that made us grow, to have glimpsed forbidden images, to have cried in secret or laughed a little too loudly in the damp atmosphere of these dark rooms where vibrated in unison this common feeling of well-being, this collective escape towards a promise of better, magical sensations carried far on the screen of our intimacies by the blue beam of the projector where tiny shooting stars whirled towards HAPPINESS!
If, for a long time, the "cease fire" of cowboy battles has been pronounced, and the horses brought back to the stables of the past, the heated, heated, fierce discussions have also died down. Also extinguished this inexplicable feeling of having known "something else", experienced other ideas, discovered other ways of being, possible or impossible, but of having had access to a different world and yet so close. Have laughed! Have dreamed!
Let us understand well, it is not a question of lamenting a past, a lost paradise, a youth, a "it was better before", of the time of oil lamps and of the navy with sail, not, but well. to observe that most of our filmmakers no longer serve us more than a cold image of ourselves, the documentary film of our own lives, stretched out ad infinitum in the grayness of our "psychoses", no longer hold out to us than the anxious mirror of our time in which our worries are agitated, involuntarily evoking the derisory and hopping silhouettes of ancient silent films.
THIS MAYBE A CINEMA. THIS MAY NOT BE ALL CINEMA.
Give us back the life, the joy, the speed, the wonder, the music, the colors, give us back stories, beautiful, sad, funny, disturbing, but stories that tell amazing things, surprising things, bewildering , stories with landscapes of sun, sea, wind, forests, planets, life. Give us back the cinema, the real one! Move images so that our ideas move.
Give us the HAPPINESS to get together and share feelings like slices of a cake of hope to devour to the fullest.
And mercilessly stop opening this gray and boring "window on the courtyard" to us, where our anxieties and our difficulties languish in a heavy circle. We know them only too well!
So, defog your goals, make a great draft of images and sounds, sharpen your pencils, mix everything and serve very quickly.
GIVE US THE WISH TO SAY, ENTHUSIASTS:
Tonight, we're going to the cinoche!
To see what?
A HAPPINESS FILM!
Jean-Claude Rocle