Ov (FR)
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A political weapon. [memory is spolitical]

This film is a traumatic memory, a testimony. This scream of an individual and societal wound exposes to our spectator eyes another way of condiering at reality, atomized, choked, that we no longer imagine. This film confronts us, puts us face to face with our responsibilities, or from another angle, invetes us to overthrow our condition of victim. We are taken, witness(es) and subject(s), to question our sprawling, intimate and collective relationship to violence. This film is a survival drive. This film is also my tribute to the beings who have, are or will be one day dispossessed of themselves.

Facing the oncoming trauma. Disruption of the cycle.

Age/era. Inside. Rage. [History is scientific]

The killing-History custom says that from the cage in which we are stick, from this predatory, dissonant and alienating world, you are a simple piece of flesh offered to track, identify, control, exploit, infiltrate, abuse, shred, devour.
In our stories it’s otherwise. We see ourselves for what we are, tied, impossible to catch. Our anger heals our wounds, finds hope, builds breaches, reveals, and then, transforms. Our insurrection is powerful and erotic. Every minute the verb is to resist, to disobey, to defy, to overthrow the ancestral gesture, to mute.

In our hands of silicon young germs are growing.
Let’s dance before being spotted. Let’s dance before being skinned.

To SCUMS, cyborgs, mutants, wild children of rage, disobedients entwined. To all the creatures who made this film possible.

Ov France
Promotion André S. Labarthe

Ov emerges from wetlands. Ov heals, sleeps, eats, fucks, gets ready to attack. From an electrical impulse, from the depths of the bones, boiling undertow waters, Ov, suddenly, infiltrates the putrid mechanism of the monster machine, which, since time immemorial, strangled and destroyed. It is then that under the cloak of lead, at the hour of bloody events, Ov emerges in the cage and violently vomits a strange language. Enough to keep you blushing until dawn, Ov triggers the backwards rhythm of poison that is already coagulating in your dreams and in your viscera. From Ov nothing will be left. Ov is no one.


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    Production : Le Fresnoy, Studio national des arts contemporains