Les clats (Ma gueule, ma rvolte, mon nom) Sylvain George (2011)

“ The shards (My mouth, my revolt, my name) “ Calais, northern France. Migrants as they await their chance to cross the Channel, gain the crossing and reach England. In the meantime, they keep their distance from the police. They wait, they wash themselves, they smoke, they hide, they warm themselves, as they talk about the exertion, the injustice and their trampled identity. “The film is made of clips that didn’t make it into the movie Qu’ils reposent en révolte. Fragments of voices, fragments of laughter, fragments of rage; scraps of words, images and memories; words about vicinity and distance, yesterday and today, about Africa, the Middle East, Europe. Diseases that have disappeared, hands of metal, gusts of wind, gesture as the sun sets, blood-red reflections. Police raids, warrior processions, courts of injustice… A map of the violence inflicted on migrant people, the repetition of colonial gestures and the unacceptable nature of ‘how the world goes.’”