Sound
The mad proliferation of the wind gives the trees strange outlines. The wet thread of our slumber ruptures in the night. The hand plunges into the beginning of the fire. The burning entrails of the fields suddenly appear at dawn. Here man is alone. In this loneliness, the shadow of sugar cane flows into eternity.
Director
What starts out as a straight forward documentary on carrier pigeons turns into a subtle investigation of France’s reaction to terror, the migrant crisis, and lost traditions. This short hand-made film, entirely processed in red wine, surveys the area surrounding the Calais ‘jungle’ and allows the unique chemistry to stain our reading of the light and landscapes of Northern France while we share the carnival nightmares, nostalgia, and growing anxiety of an American filmmaker far from home.
