Camille

Layout by CoolChaser Good morning and welcome. Relax, have a seat, a cup of coffee perhaps, and please allow me to introduce myself. I’m a nineteen-year-old girl living in Paris, France. I’m right-handed and left-winged. Considering my age, you won’t be much surprised to learn that I’m still a student; but in a more peculiar and typically French way, my studies don’t really have their international equivalent. After spending two ways in a classe préparatoire [link], which may resemble an intellectual slaughterhouse destined for the bright youth of France, I managed to enter the very private club of the École Normale Supérieure [link], which may resemble a public Ivy League destined for those slaughtered during their two years of classe préparatoire. Until now, I was studying a broaaad – open your mouth on the ‘a’ – range of subjects such as Philosophy, Literature, English, History, Latin… Now that I’ve been officially called to enter the circle of the true literati, I’ll be focusing on Philosophy and Cinema studies, as odd as the combination may seem.
I have a deep and strong passion for cinema in general, filmmaking in particular. Despite my fondness of music, literature or art in general, no other art has brought me to this day to such a point of emotional involvement. They say the screen is ruthless in its impermeability, that stage and ‘live action’ convey much more intense shades to the public. The comparison between stage and cinema may be the most stupid I’ve been informed of since the one between the Beatles and the Rolling Stones. It is not a question of assessing the superiority of one upon the other; as in the problem of mesuring the square’s diagonal, there stands the difficulty – not to say the impossibility – of bringing together two separate entities. Therefore, there is no use for reason here. I do not explain my passion; my heart goes to the rhythm of editing, to the flickering of the film, to the intervals of the score. There exist many alphabets, many grammars in the world; likewise, there exist many cinemas, and all are equally interesting to me. Let’s drop the snobbish – and to push the confession further, quite European – way of despising the Hollywoodian recipe of making a movie. In spite of the fact that it’s full of white sugar, artificial flavors and colouring substances, everyone loves a cupcake from time to time, don’t they? On the contrary, let’s also consider movies from the rest of the planet, and what’s more, for their own sake. A Korean or an Iranian movie is not simply valuable as a “world movie”, as if it were a sort of souvenir hushed into the suitcase at the end of a touring trip. It contains its own meaning, it follows its own flow, and part of the pleasure is getting slowly dazed and confused by unleashing one’s personal and usual thoughts, and abandoning to the particular rhythm of this movie.
This leads me to my two statements.
1) I want to see movies. Movies that will make me cheer, think, brood, smile, thrill, chill… Your suggestions, wherever you come from, are not only welcomed; they’re wished!
2) I want to make movies. The elegant formulation: the appeal of creation. The shouting from the heart: filmmaking is exciting as hell!
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