Gaspard Pauwels

Belgian filmmaker Eric Pauwels' meditation on dream, travel and film.

A film made of objects, faces and texts; of lost cats, of found pictures, cut-outs, recreations; a poetic subversion in diary form, one that breaks the calendar into a novel, driving relentlessly as a journey to the end of the world.

Dieu existe. Il habite à Bruxelles. Il est odieux avec sa femme et sa fille. On a beaucoup parlé de son fils, mais très peu de sa fille. Sa fille c’est moi. Je m’appelle Ea et j’ai dix ans. Pour me venger j’ai balancé par SMS les dates de décès de tout le monde…

In Martinique, centuries of colonisation, slavery and migration have intermingled peoples from the four corners of the earth, making each one the son of all. Starting from a dialogue between the slaves thrown into the Atlantic during the slave trade and the migrants who are dying today in the Mediterranean, this film questions current identity-based divisions and shows us that another world is possible.

A film made of objects, faces and texts; of lost cats, of found pictures, cut-outs, recreations; a poetic subversion in diary form, one that breaks the calendar into a novel, driving relentlessly as a journey to the end of the world.