Contretemps

A hotel room and a few sweets, their wrappers stacked like gold leaf... An interview with Chantal Akerman and ongoing coverage of the 2015 terrorist attacks in Paris, and what emerges is a genuine tragedy, as simple as Racine's.

An except of verse by Racine is used as the title of Jean-Claude Rousseau’s last film, in order to make us aware. Aware of what? That it is first of all a matter of construction and art. That it perhaps concerns unhappy love stories. And that, all in all, it consists in exactly and discreetly giving a story and its settings tragic accents, without which they would fade into the unrepresentable blandness of "futile amusement".

My films are like that: in a room, but looking out onto an open sky. [...] I can’t really say it except to repeat that Bresson note, ‘that without a thing changing, everything is different.’ The film exists. The fiction is set up, and we believe in it. The justness of the agreement leads us to believe it, because everything plays equally at being a sign. That’s the arrangement of the elements. It’s an act of faith. La vallée close is just this: elements treated above all as if in a documentary that, without being changed, portray the story and reveal between them the elements of fiction. But above all seen as they are, insignificant. And then in the relations they set up, they can satisfy our desire for a story. -- Rousseau

“My eyes are imprisoned/ Weeping with great longing”. Soèdade (saudade) — “longing” or “yearning” — is a Portuguese word that does not have a precise translation in English. It has been described as a “…vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist…”

The title is playing with us, claiming that the film is a detective story. Witch in a way it is not untrue. The camera is peeping tom and it does not lose a thing (almost) in its surveillance: every movement, people coming and going, sounds, a sudden shot... A crime ? Maybe. Some phone calls and nobody answering: another crime ?

Jean-Claude Rousseau homage to Michael Snow’s film Wavelength.

The loneliness of the white fish in the goldfishes’ aquarium.

Can you tell if yours is a colour or black and white dream ? If yours is a silent or sound dream ? If ther’s a voice off or actual sound ?

Where may the reds and goldens be? Where may the so promised city be? The lover beholds his fate in a faded Venice.

Jean-Claude Rousseau's Jeune femme à sa fenêtre lisant une lettre is not only his first medium-length film, but a chance to discover this filmmaker whom Jean-Marie Straub has called, along with Frans Van de Staak and Peter Nestler, the greatest working in Europe. With this newly restored print there is also a possibility to discover the relationship between Rousseau's art of filming and Jan Vermeer's famous painting. As Prosper Hillairet wrote in 1988, four years after Rousseau had finished Jeune femme ... (for the first time as we know today): «Without adopting the usual systematic spirit and form of cinéma structurel, Rousseau presents us with simple images and leaves it at that. Keeps the image in hand. A minimalist and ascetic expression of cinema: a shot that lasts.»

As the orchestra choir settles into the church choir, the trombonist blows into his instrument as a warm-up. Mozart's name appears at the top of the score to be performed, whose title is also that of the film: Requiem.

Jean-Claude Rousseau is a filmmaker who believes in the natural power of images. The rigid compositions create something like a pure state, which constantly changes during the period of its viewing – like an empty and simultaneously detail-packed field. During this period the viewer is challenged to find and occupy his own position, to find his perspective in a similar way the filmmaker has found his in several places. Festival combines places the artist has visited during the last few years. Jean-Claude Rousseau’s films not only make beautiful discoveries, they are beautiful discoveries.

A double bed with untouched sheets. A man is sitting in the room, hat and coat placed next to him. He is waiting. He gets up and walks into an adjoining room. Background sounds turn into voices emerging from the next room, with the places steadily getting closer to each other. The man's waiting is directly communicated to the viewers. It's a waiting for the next discovery, which needs no looking for, because it can be made anywhere.

Veduta means "view". A plan of the city of Florence.