A powerful short film. And a sort of wink in Zehra Doğan’s direction…
Twelve minutes of animated images, like the artist’s hand taking revenge on destiny.
We often forget the “movie maker’s hand” when we watch a film. Of necessity, we think about it a lot more with an animation film. And with Sylvaine Jenny’s Migration, you will have no choice in the matter.
A mother and her daughter flee before the bombs, run, fall down, pick themselves up and walk, cross by boat, get washed up on shore… With thousands of others, they take the migration road of migrants, encountering every horror along the way. It happens in Syria, or perhaps somewhere else, in Irak, in Lebanon. It may be happening right now. It could be a century ago.
There is a desert, then mountains, then an encampment. Not a singe word.
The frenetic drawing takes your breath away. The suspense produced by the music and the choppy rhythm of the strokes from the crayons keep the spectator enthralled. And leave unanswered the uncomfortable question about this moving hand, responsible all at once of the blood and of the smiles, of the boat sinking and of the beach.
Everyone is free to see in it the artist’s hand, or that of the despot or that of destiny…
A true “animated drawing” far removed from fairy tales, that calls out to us, denounces and questions.
As with Luc Perez’ Miniyamba : pastel strokes, darker and darker as the two characters draw closer to the shores of Europe… where lights glow in the distance. Other animation documentaries on exile and migration : Then I came by boat, memories of a Vietnamese exile, and Al Hurriya, a meeting between a woman from Calais and her neighbors.
En français : “Une animation de Sylvaine Jenny • “Migration” Cliquez pour lire