Chantal Akerman par Chantal Akerman

  • 64'
  • France
  • 1996
The apartment of Chantal Akerman in Brussels. First her dog comes and then she does too. She goes to sit in the wide shot, lights a cigarette and starts talking. 'One day I met Janine Bazin and André S. Labarthe. They asked if I would like to make an episode for their series 'Cinéastes de Notre Temps' (Akerman deliberately sticks to the original name of this series). 'I said: why not? I suggested several film-makers to them, but they had all already been on. As a kind of provocative joke I then suggested: okay, then it will have to be about me. They thought that was a good idea. Then I said to myself: if I were to make a 'Cinéastes de Notre Temps' about myself as the film-maker of 'Notre Temps', then it will have to be a kind of self-portrait. A self-portrait in which I speak through fragments from my own films. I show the fragments without commentary or context as if they are rushes. But Janine and André were not happy about that. They thought that I should make myself say something about my films and not just allow the material to speak for itself. And that's when the problems started.'Akerman wrote a long and angry letter. A kind of pamphlet about her views on film, film-making and film viewing. She reads it out loud and becomes increasingly agitated. The frame narrows to a single close-up. And then the autoportrait starts as she wanted to make it. A beautiful personal selection that speaks for itself.
Director
Chantal Akerman
Country of production
France
Year
1996
Festival Edition
IFFR 1997
Length
64'
Medium
Betacam SP PAL
Language
French
Sales
AMIP
Screenplay
Chantal Akerman