Poussières d’Amérique

“This film is an improvisation. A work diary. A long poem made of bits of other films, bits of sentences, musics and sounds of quite everything. Written in the language of cinema. Without dialogues. Without commentaries. Silent. But also talkative because it tells a lot of stories. Around twenty. Short, tiny, which form what we call History when they’re edited together. It deals with America; and so it deals with us. Pieces of each of us. A child, his father, his mother, the rabbit, the dog, flowers, your childhood, mine, ours. Indians, Christopher Colombus, Appolo, the Moon. Each character says I. It’s everyone’s diary. The autobiography of everybody.”