She said there’d been lots of tense but fascinating debate with the agitprop film-makers, which is more than I ever witnessed, or at least more than I am going to tell you about. Then I got a gig doing collages for a band’s light show which sounded lame and unradicalized but was actually kind of cool (even though the band sucked). Later my other friend came back and we watched too much aimless Super 8 footage from Kabul. I burnt a bit of the beat poetry book she gave me and sat with my back to the camera for you to guess how I was feeling. Never mind – I didn’t bring it up before and I won’t do so again. See – life is fragile.ĭid I mention we had a special tree we carved stuff on? I thought not. There was one of those country house parties I love filming so much and I made a surprisingly impetuous romantic gesture, burning the painting she liked (“no-one must see it but you”!) but then she went off and later she thought the house was on fire and jumped out of the window. The hot chick came back like she’d been in that Barbet Schroeder film More, all white summer dress and smack. I started to work for him in some vague capacity, and at this point I actually expressed an opinion, about Simenon’s lazy late prose style, but that was common knowledge even back then, and my dad just sort of sucked it up. He had Parkinson’s, but I only need mention that in passing too. Oh, also my dad was in TV, making lame Maigret adaptations. I should mention in passing that I was quite into film-making. Don’t know why I went on about her beyond the initial gag, but there you go, I’m in no hurry.
Later on she had an abortion and wanted to go to Juilliard and went and looked soulfully at a couple of Franz Hals group portraits (one of men, one of women – is that significant? If you think it is!) Well, I suppose she did – I wasn’t there. The chick looked just like the Blind Faith album cover but that was about all she had going for her. We met a couple of Americans who’d been in Nepal and my other chum went off to Kabul with them. Everyone else seemed more politicized or radical than me, or more bohemian or spiritual-hippy. Really all I wanted was to draw and paint and get into the Beaux Arts. Yeah good luck with that (of course I said “I do”). My girl, Christine, went on with them to film workers somewhere else – well, with one of them specifically, though who knows how cut up about that I was either? At one point she actually said “I can’t tell if you love me”. Also, these girls are all very obliging about taking their tops off.Īnyway, because of some lame incident totally unimportant in the grander scheme of revolutionary things, we left for Italy with some agitprop film-makers to help the workers. We’re French, so we used to sneak in the back door of the cinema together. I didn’t appear to be too cut up about it and soon hooked up with one of my revolutionary chums. I had a hot girlfriend but she left me to go to England. We had a dynamic riot with the CRS (vicious bastards, aren’t they?) but that was about the most exciting thing that happened all summer. Actually, the making of revolutionary gestures was almost more important than the why – who knows how committed I was? Maybe it was just the thing to do.
#SOMETHING IN THE AIR 2012 FREE#
Me and my friends were distributing free press and graffiti for causes and reasons you can probably guess so I won’t bore you with them here.
It doesn’t need to be applicable later on, but it sounds good and intellectual. Let’s start in the classroom with a quote from Pascal about how life is fragile. But that title also means “after school got out in May”, because it’s basically Assayas’ “What I did in my summer vacation 1970” and it goes something like this: The Assayas surrogate takes part in high school revolutionary activity, and the context is being heavily used to sell the film of course, along with the implications of autobiography.
Let it be clear, however, that this is neither a political film, nor a film about politics. For a film set in France in 1970, that inevitably means “after May 1968”. It should be noted that the original title of Olivier Assayas’ well-received Something In The Air is Après Mai.
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