|OFFICIAL SELECTION / FRENCH COMPETITION||FIDMARSEILLE 2009|
LE PLEIN PAYS
|The full country is not full, but hollow, gnawed through by tunnels and pits. Below the surface there is much to see, even to say. Who is to blame? A solitary individual that resides in a certain French forest holds the key. Sisyphus upside down for the last 30 years, digging up the ground, is burrowing down deep, decorating the rock face of his private caves with naïve etchings, personal myths, brief bestiaries. Yet this is not the crux of the matter. Antoine Boutet has not become embroiled with the yet another, Postman Cheval, even though we do see the unfortunate man dragging boulders along, or with the touchingly picturesque creations of yet another representative of primitive art, even though this expert comments on the minute details of what he has produced by the light of a miner’s lamp. He is more like the Wild Child who has grown up. What he is actually unearthing with the strength of nothing but his own legs and arms is himself, his den, his inner self, his voice, its resonance and echo – his plainsong.|
The very uniqueness of the films stems from this: creating the convergence of a vocal ploy, which drags Brel off towards Artaud, with a horizon embedded in the earth. Sound is crucial, miraculous here and it is what amazes the talkative Yeti. A radio aficionado, he records what he hears on an unreliable tape-recorder, then repeats it, and re-records. His passion? Undertaking his own archeological excavations, raking over his past, in the search of his land.