Là où vivent les hommes inconsolés

This film is the portrait of a man who has had no luck in life A man who never had a star good or bad This man was my father What interested me what motivated my desire to talk about him is paradoxically because I did not know him Because I know little about the adult man he was And also because those close to him his family and friends only knew what he let them see When he died one afternoon in August 1975 he was thirtyseven years old and he was starting to get better He was starting to enjoy life again That summer we were to spend together We had to get to know each other But chance fate or providence decided otherwise He was fishing at the edge of a pond His line hit a high voltage line His name was Michel This film is his poetic tomb