The Louvre and mk2 proposed to revisit eight unforgettable films under a new eye.
[TROISCOLEURS translation Google] Just below the majestic Clock Pavilion and the silent statues that surround it, couples of dancers try their hand at tango and some players improvise a game of ping-pong, while others have decided to go straight to the table. aperitif, a glass of wine and plates in the hand. It is between her royal walls that Isabelle Adjani ran, her hands bloody and her face pale, to escape her destiny in Patrice Chéreau’s La Reine Margot , released in 1994.
And it is in this place full of history and memory film that the Louvre Museum, in partnership with mk2, has chosen to install for a week in its courtyard Carrée ephemeral screen, to offer spectators to see for free at open sky 8 films both popular and demanding. On a canvas 24 meters high, designed as a window to the world where the arid landscapes of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade parade , the French campaigns of Faces Villages and the romantic New York of When Harry meets Sally , curious and regulars have rediscovered these cult works in a dreamlike setting.
It is 22h when daylight begins to decline. The dance floor suddenly empties, the sound of boules balls stops and the food truck odors are more distant. As an air mixed with nostalgia fleet forward on the faces of the spectators, who are just coming to see this fourth evening a movie-like declaration of love in the 7 th art: Cinema Paradisoof Giuseppe Tornatore. While Alfredo and Totò’s complicit faces, hidden behind their projection booth, invade the screen on Ennio Morricone’s score, we feel that these images resonate between the columns of the palace like distant and intimate memories in the audience , until this magical sequence of the outdoor cinema-club where the storm breaks out, and which suddenly opens a magnificent mise-en-abyme to the audience.
Because it is the idea of a unifying cinema, able to federate all ages and all sensibilities, which forms the thread of the event, and that we feel even more palpable in the forefront. last night, where The Journey of Chihiro from Hayao Miyazaki is shown. For some, it’s an outdoor reunion with a movie that terrorized and amazed their childhood – like Justine, who saw the film when it was released in 2001 when she was only 10 years old. For others, this nocturnal event has the taste of the first time-like Dana, who discovers with amazement the richness of this initiatory tale about the fears of childhood and the power of imagination. Like the spectators who have lost none of their ingenuity and are still trembling at the sight of the witch of Yubaba and know by heart the mimicry of Sans-Face, the film has not taken a wrinkle. It was perhaps only necessary to see him again in this unreal place and out of time to notice it.