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"Two nights ago, a man put the barrel of his gun to my forehead and started to cry..." This film is a labyrinth, a journey into the human condition in times of crisis. With a series of vignettes, the spectator stumbles into a world of love, lust and violence, and the never ending quest for identity seen through the eyes of a photographer or perhaps just a voyeur, both a director and a slave to his memory of the past, the present, and the future. |
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| Jukka Productions • emmanuel.trousse[at]gmail.com All Rights Reserved Emmanuel Trousse © 2009 |
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