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<p1 class="ml2">SYNOPSIS</p1>
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Isma, a digital creation student at UQAT, is subject to directional forces from which she tries to know the origin.
Explosive cocktail triggering a grueling sleepless night of remote manipulation...
Gear of paranormal phenomena, time-disk turner, unexpected hitchhiking of augmented reality...
This interactive story draws lines of thought fuelled by coincidences and creative energies.
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[[Let's Begin]]
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<div id="site" class="background3">INT - ISMA'S FLAT/ LIVING ROOM - DAY</div>
Isma is sitting on a couch.
She turns her head to her left and sees BEN, a 25-year-old figure, walking from left to right in the hallway.
Isma gets up.
STOP MOTION from Isma moving towards Ben. Her back is arched, her legs follow the curve, her head is tilted back. It forms a reverse C. A sound of sliding feet on the floor can be heard.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog2">Why am i (following) him?</div>
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's at school.]]
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's at her kitchen.]] <link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Courier+Prime&display=swap" rel="stylesheet">
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT/ KITCHEN - DAY</div>
Back view of Isma, body leaning to the left, forming a C. Ben's profile is in front of her.
First person view of Ben putting clothes in a vertical loading washing machine.
CLOSE-UP on Ben's right eye.
First person view of Ben turning his gaze from his clothes to Isma still leaning.
CLOSE-UP on Isma's left eye with a dilated pupil.
Ben keeps filling the washing machine.
First person view of Isma standing up and walking backwards in the corridor with a quick step. The sound of the washing machine is heard.
[[Isma asks Ben what's happening.]]
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's at school.]]
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT/ KITCHEN - DAY</div>
Ben doesn't come off the strange situation.
First person view of Isma standing up and walking backwards in the corridor with a quick step. The sound of the washing machine is heard.
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's at school.]]
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her room.]]
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<div id="site">INT - FLASHBACK - UQAT/ ROMM C300 - DAY</div>
The room is shrouded into total darkness.
Isma sits down. A sound of a pulled chair is heard.
<div id="speaker">SPEAKER (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Androgynous voice about 25 years old)</div><div id="dialog">The term sustainable development has been the subject of multiple interpretations and actions that are intended to support this process, while being caused by different and sometimes contradictory motivations. How can this mechanism be defined if it is subject to various paradoxical forms acting in constraint on each other?</div>
[[Lighting on a close-up of Isma's left eye wide open to the dilated pupil.]]
[[Lighting on a subjective view of Isma, who writes with her right hand "it's going in circles".]]
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<div id="site">EXT - SIDEWALK - DAY</div>
Back view of Isma sliding her feet diagonally.
She stops and walks straight towards the front door of a bar.
She goes there.
The end of "Every Breath You Take" by The Police is in the background.
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMOGaugKpzs"target="_blank">Watch video clip</a>
[[The BARMAN, a bearded young man, moustached, under-eye dark circles, follows her from the entrance with an annoyed look, behind his counter.]]
[[Isma turns her head to the left and sees her two friends Lucy and François.]]
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT/ LIVING ROOM - DAY</div>
"Losing my religion" by R.E.M starts up.
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwtdhWltSIg"target="_blank">Watch video clip</a>
Isma's gravitating around the extinct bulb.
First person view of Isma circling the bulb surrounded by a rose patera on the ceiling.
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her room.]]
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<div id="site">INT - BAR - DAY</div>
Forward shot to the bartender.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Cheerful)</div><div id="dialog2">Hello. I would like a beer, please.</div>
"Every Breath You Take" ends and resumes.
The bartender takes her request and brutally puts the beer on the counter.
CLOSE-UP of Isma's left eye with dilated pupil.
[[Isma turns her head to the left and sees her two friends Lucy and François.]]
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT / ROOM - NIGHT</div>
Isma is sitting at the bottom of the bed in front of her desk.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Nervously)</div><div id="dialog">Fuck ... I would have liked to understand this lighting exercise ...</div>
First person view of the bulb on Isma getting out of bed.
She walks just below it.
Isma's head is rising gradually.
FAST CUT.
[[Isma hears an inner voice.]]
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT / NIGHT ROOM</div>
CLOSE-UP on the light bulb that comes on.
First person view of the light bulb on Isma walking to her.
CLOSE-UP on the lit bulb.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(With a higher and more convincing tone)</div><div id="dialog2">Energy!</div>
CLOSE-UP on the switch.
CLOSE-UP on the bulb.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog2">That acts at a distance!</div>
First person view of Isma from the switch to the bulb, following a quarter circle path.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog">And that one can be activated thanks to hidden cables and without which space can not be controlled at night!</div>
[[Isma turns off the light and do it once more. Then she rebels against this imposed speech. ]]
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her corridor.]]
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT / CORRIDOR - NIGHT</div>
STOP MOTION of Isma who goes to the kitchen. Her back is curved back, her legs follow the curve, her head is bent back. It forms an arc of a circle. A sound of feet sliding on the ground is heard.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(With a high and authoritarian tone)</div><div id="dialog">Do you want to change position? You do not realize ... You're lucky! You have the opportunity to go to the moon and you dance the tango with me!</div>
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her kitchen.]]
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT / CORRIDOR - NIGHT</div>
STOP MOTION of Isma who goes to the kitchen. Her back is curved back, her legs follow the curve, her head is bent back. It forms an arc of a circle. A sound of feet sliding on the ground is heard.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(With a high and authoritarian tone)</div><div id="dialog">Do you want to change position? You do not realize ... You're lucky! You have the opportunity to go to the moon and you dance the tango with me!</div>
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her kitchen.]]
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT/ KITCHEN - NIGHT</div>
ZOOM IN from the kitchen door to the lit bulb on the ceiling.
Subjective view of the bulb on Isma placed just below it, head up, left eye with dilated pupil, wide open and sharp.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(With an authoritarian tone)</div><div id="dialog2">Promise to stop smoking.</div>
<div id="adding">(Pause)</div>
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Whispering)</div><div id="dialog2">Yes.</div>
Isma comes out of the kitchen.
[[Isma keeps her promise.]]
[[Isma does not trust her.]]
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT - NIGHT</div>
Isma goes to her room, does not smoke until she finds her pack, strike one and light a cigarette.
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her kitchen again.]]
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Isma turns on the light, takes a cigarette from her pack next to her bed, lights it and smokes it three times.
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT / KITCHEN - NIGHT</div>
Isma goes in with her head yanked backed.
She moves just below the lit bulb on the ceiling.
First person view of the bulb on Isma, arched back, left eye wide open to the dilated pupil, fixing it.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(With a higher and annoyed tone)</div><div id="dialog2">You promised me!</div>
Isma raises a smile and smokes.
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in the stairwell.]]
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in the back yard.]]
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<div id="site">INT - BUILDING'S STAIRWELL - NIGHT</div>
Back view of Isma climbing the stairs and going to the landing of her neighbors above.
She knocks at the door. Footsteps can be heard.
<div id="speaker">VOICE OFF</div><div id="adding">(Androgynous about 25 years)</div><div id="dialog2">Who is here?</div>
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog2">Le..Pe..Le..No! Leave me!<br>Le Petit Prince!</div>
[[Psychedelic scene.]]
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Frame on the sky with illuminated clouds.
ISMA (OFF)
The .......Leave me!
The Moooooooon!
[[Psychedelic scene.]]
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT/ CORRIDOR - NIGHT</div>
Isma walks with a quick step towards a half-open door.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Anxiously)</div><div id="dialog">Lucy! I do not get it! I saw things through bulbs! You too?! I ask who speaks, it tells me it's me!</div>
<div id="speaker">LUCY (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Amused)</div><div id="dialog">You would not have a waking dream? It was the supermoon yesterday, to some, it torments.</div>
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Suspiciously)</div><div id="dialog2">Supermoon? ....</div>
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's at school again.]]
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<div id="site">EXT - UQAT/ IN FRONT OF THE GARDEN OF THE ENTRY - DAY</div>
FORWARD SHOT to a 25-year-old BLURRED BODY setting up a camera on a tripod.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog2">What do you want to film?</div>
<div id="speaker">BLURRED BODY (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Androgynous voice)</div><div id="dialog2">The sensations of human perception.</div>
[[Sensations of human perception]]
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her parent's house.]]
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<div id="site">INT - UQAT/ ROOM D-304 - DAY</div>
Isma attends a course tracing the chronology of augmented reality.
The average 20-year-old STUDENTS talk to each other.
There is a brouhaha without distinction of words.
Isma looks towards the small window.
ZOOM IN to the window.
[[Following.]]
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her parent's house.]]
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<div id="site">INT - PARENT'S HOUSE / ISMA ROOM - NIGHT</div>
Isma turns on a laptop.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Interestedly)</div><div id="dialog2">This force can play in my favor ...</div>
First person view of Isma searching an image of Mystic, a character in X-men.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Interestedly)</div><div id="dialog2">And if I turned into Mystic ...</div>
Nothing is happening.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Interestedly)</div><div id="dialog2">No? So in ...</div>
First person view of Isma searching an image of Lucy, the monkey.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Approvingly)</div><div id="dialog2">... Monkey!</div>
Isma sticks to the glass door from where a streetlight illuminates and projects her shadow on the ground.
First person view of Isma moving back.
Isma's body frolicks to the ground.
Lying face down on the floor, legs bent, fists on the ground, a scream of monkey is heard.
A noise of keys is heard.
A tear rolled down from Isma's left eye.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Trembling with sadness)</div><div id="dialog">I do not want ... If it's irreversible? If I lose my memory?</div>
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Authoritarian)</div><div id="dialog2">Keep on going.</div>
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Trembling with sadness)</div><div id="dialog">Selection ... No ... I want everything.</div>
She gets up and looks in the mirror.
Her right eye is Ben's, both eyes have dilated pupils. Her mouth consists of her left part and Ben's on the right .
She raises a smile on the right corner.
Isma turns around and leaves her room.
[[Sensations of human perception]]
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her parent's living room.]]
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<div id="site">EXT - UQAT / IN FRONT OF THE DOOR - DAY</div>
FAST FORWARD on the installation of the BLURRED BODY gravitating around his camera.
ZOOM IN to the sky that moves forward at the same time.
Isma takes off her shoes.
Isma sticks to the left wall placed next to the BLURRED BODY rotating its camera on 360 °, then rotating around its camera, repeatedly.
Back view of Isma who meticulously steps to the right. She moves while keeping the same height of vision.
First person view of Isma moving from the left to the right in a straight line from the wall to the BLURRED BODY.
Isma stumbles against a stone and falls.
Isma gets up and starts again.
Left-right FAST FORWARD from the wall to the BLURRED BODY.
A 25-year-old student of average height is leaving UQAT.
First person view of the Student on Isma.
<div id="speaker">STUDENT (OFF)</div> <div id="adding">(Androgynous voice)</div> <div id="dialog2">What are you doing?</div>
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog2">I'm working.</div>
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her parent's house.]]
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her parent's living room.]]
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in the psychiatrist's office.]]
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<div id="site">INT - PARENT'S HOUSE/ LIVING ROOM - NIGHT</div>
Isma remains motionless. Her MOTHER, 50-year-old, is back to her and puts her coat on an armchair.
<div id="speaker">MOTHER</div><div id="adding">(Exhausted)</div><div id="dialog2">I'm fed up ...</div>
Isma's mother arranges her keys in her bag, turns around and backs away, frightened.
<div id="speaker">MOTHER</div><div id="adding">(Terrified)</div><div id="dialog2">What's up with you ?? !!!</div>
Isma's mother is getting closer to her daughter's face.
<div id="speaker">MOTHER</div><div id="adding">(Terrified)</div><div id="dialog">Did you smoke a joint ?! Fuck ... Put on your coat! I take you to the emergency!</div>
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in the psychiatrist's office.]]
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<div id="site">INT - HOSPITAL/ OFFICE PSYCHIATRE - NIGHT</div>
The lighting is cold white and the walls are crumbling.
PSYCHIATRIST, a 35-year-old man in a white coat, sits at a table opposite from Isma and her mother.
<div id="speaker">PSYCHIATRIST</div><div id="adding">(Seriously)</div><div id="dialog">The results of the brain scan, the pregnancy test and the blood test are negative.</div>
Isma turns her head to her mother and smiles. Her mother looks at her, looks down and looks at the psychiatrist.
<div id="speaker">PSYCHIATRIST</div><div id="adding">(Seriously)</div><div id="dialog2">We can intern her tonight.</div>
<div id="speaker">MOTHER</div><div id="adding">(Revolted)</div><div id="dialog">This is out of the question! I am a doctor! My daughter is staying with me, i will find her a psychiatrist in town so that she can have an adequate treatment.</div>
<div id="speaker">PSYCHIATRIST</div><div id="adding">(Seriously)</div><div id="dialog">Very good ... I can advise you to go see Dr. Schneider.</div>
Isma's mother takes note on a paper.
<div id="speaker">MOTHER</div><div id="adding">(Still under the influence of nervousness)</div><div id="dialog2">Thank you.</div>
The psychiatrist, Isma and her mother get up. The psychiatrist opens the door and leaves first.
Isma and her mother stay in front of the door.
The psychiatrist turns to Isma.
First person view of Isma on the wide-eyed psychiatrist with a large forced smile.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Frightened)</div><div id="dialog2">Did you see?</div>
<div id="speaker">MOTHER</div><div id="adding">(Very annoyed)</div><div id="dialog">What are you talking about? Stop and take control again.</div>
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her parent's house again.]]
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's at the dock market.]]
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<div id="site">INT - PARENT'S HOUSE/ LIVING ROOM - NIGHT</div>
Isma is lying next to her mother on the living room couch.
She's trembling with fear.
The Moon is blazing red.
Heartbeats are heard.
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's at the dock market.]]
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her parent's house once again.]]
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<div id="site">EXT - DOCK MARKET - DAY</div>
The sun is shining and warming.
INNOCENTS of all ages are dressed lightly.
Isma is in front of the stall of a cheese producer.
Her FATHER, 50 years old, selects three cheeses.
<div id="speaker">BEN (OFF)</div><div id="dialog">You are wrong not to go to the dock market more often.</div>
Isma moves away in a tracking shot.
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her parent's house once again.]]
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<div id="site">INT - PARENT'S HOUSE/ LIVING ROOM - NIGHT</div>
Isma, her father, her mother and her BROTHERS - one of whom is 24 years old, looks like her with a half-blurred body but a little bit more distinct than her, the other is 27 years old and is blurred entirely except on his two eyes - are all sitting at a table set up.
On the table are a plate of cheeses, a salmon tartare, a tuna tartare, marinated shrimp and a saucepan.
Isma's eyes stare at the cheese. She reaches out her hand, cuts a small piece and puts it on her plate.
[[Scene of Flashbacks]]
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT/ LIVING ROOM - NIGHT</div>
<div id="flash">Flashback 1</div><div id="dialog">Ben smokes his e-cigarette, sitting on the couch.</div>
<div id="flash">Flashback 2</div><div id="dialog">Isma arrives with a big smile and a cheese platter in her hand. Ben is lying on the couch.</div>
<div id="speaker">BEN</div><div id="adding">(Annoyed nicely)</div><div id="dialog2">I don't like cheese.</div>
<div id="flash">Flashback 3</div> <div id="dialog">Isma and Ben drink a glass of wine on the couch while talking with a big smile.</div>
<div id="flash">Flashback 4</div><div id="dialog">Isma and Ben smoke a joint on the couch. Both smile at each other...</div>
<div id="flash">Flashback 5</div><div id="dialog">Isma and Ben lie next to each other, their hands and feet crossed. Ben's eyes turn around and look at the trash.</div>
<div id="speaker">BEN</div><div id="adding">(Seriously)</div><div id="dialog">Don't you think we're accumulating too much waste?</div>
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's birthday is coming.]]
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<div id="site">INT - PARENT'S HOUSE/ LIVING ROOM - NIGHT</div>
Isma frowns and eats everything.
Her mother smiles and comes out of the table discreetly.
Her mother returns with a cake in her hands, the number 25 on it, is in two lit candles.
<div id="speaker">FATHER, MOTHER</div><div id="adding">(Playful)</div><div id="speaker">BROTHER of 24 years</div><div id="adding">(Smiling, a little annoyed)</div><div id="dialog">Haaaaaapyyyyyyyyy Biiiiiiiiiirthdaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy toooooooo youuuuuuuuu Haaaaaapyyyyyyyyy Biiiiiiiiiirthdaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy toooooooo youuuuuuuuu Haaaaaapyyyyyyyyy Biiiiiiiiiirthdaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy toooooooo youuuuuuuuu Ismaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Haaaaaapyyyyyyyyy Biiiiiiiiiirthdaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy toooooooo youuuuuuuuu!!!!</div>
The 27-year-old brother didn't sing anything, he is staring at Isma, his eyebrows frowning with nervousness.
The mother puts the cake in front of Isma. Isma takes a deep breath and blows out the candles, the number 25 falls.
[[Final scene]]
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<div id="site">INT - PARENT'S HOUSE/ ISMA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT</div>
The light is off.
<div id="speaker">ISMA</div><div id="adding">(Thoughtfuly)</div><div id="dialog">We need a couple therapy, right? I'm going around in circles, I do not know what to do anymore.</div>
<div id="speaker">BEN</div><div id="adding">(Upset)</div><div id="dialog">Too busy loving bodies...
Too busy magnetizing bodies ...
My Moon...</div>
<div id="speaker">ISMA</div><div id="adding">(Exacerbated)</div><div id="dialog">And you to burn constantly on the spot!
My Sun...</div>
Isma takes her computer on. She plugs her headphones into it and puts it on her head.
"Something stupid" by Franck Sinatra starts.
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_t2gNCXYbY"target="_blank">Music Play</a>
[[Let's Begin]]
[[Note of intent]]
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT/ ROOM - NIGHT</div>
Isma is lying in her bed. Her left eye wide open to the dilated pupil closes, opens and squints. She gets up and turns on the light.
Her head moves in a circular arc from the right to the left.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog2">Yes.</div>
Isma turns her head right-left.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog2">No.</div>
<div id="adding">(Pause)</div>
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog2">Who are you?</div>
First person view of Isma taking a sheet from a stack placed next to her bed. Her hand draws a circle repeatedly on the left and writes on the right <div id="title2">"I LOVE YOU"</div>
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her flat again.]]
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's at school again.]]
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<div id="site">EXT - UQAT/ GARDEN OF THE ENTRY - DAY</div>
ISMA, a 25-year-old figure whose androgynous build does not identify the gender, is alone, sitting at a table.
She holds a coffee in her hand, a lit cigarette in the other.
She turns to a glass wall and sees a BLURRED BODY with a sharp finger pointing towards her.
She looks around her.
CLOSE-UP of her left eye wide open, with a dilated pupil.
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her flat.]]
[[Isma drinks a sip of coffee. She stays for a moment to fix this exhibition scene, gets up and heads towards the BLURRED BOY.]]
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<p3>Note of Intent </p3>
<div id="title">"I LOVE YOU"</div>
Formula that does not leave indifferent ...
This scenario is rooted in a lived experience, a true story that had a powerful effect on a conscience forever. It is the result of filtering actions and heard words of a life that, in an instant, struck a human being in search of meaning, like a flash.
Some scenes maybe surreal or even fictional, are strange by the way they operate, might lack of credibility in view of the facts observed... There are twists and turns that swap roles, whether from your point of view or from an internal point of view. Believe it or not, see a probability even if it is impossible for you to conceive it.
Negative results... Why the asylum?
Psychiatrists say "delirious breath", prescribe treatment, talk about schizophrenia or psychotic disorders: illness, reduction in numbers by two. In reality, a plurality of personalities are expressed in this body that has become the host of entities whose expression it can provokes.
A true habitat for internal dialogues that feed reflections and creations, this organic architecture establishes connections in an expanding network.
This interactive narrative relates as closely as possible to what her deep voice wishes to be heard. An absence of gender distinction, an obsessive desire to detach any sign of belonging to a religion. Following the idea to be attached to reflexive, bodily, musical, focal mechanics can generate in an orchestral work choreographed.
In this context, it represents the universe in all its nuances through its magnetism, its ever-changing characters and its quest to know its origin.
[[Let's Begin]]
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<div id="site">INT - BAR - DAY</div>
Isma sits at a table in front of Lucy and François, both are 25 years old.
Lucy and François sit side by side and look at each other while talking with a smile. Their words are inaudible.
First person view of Isma from the symbiotic couple to the bartender who continues to fix her.
She stares at the bartender and then comes back to her friends.
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her room.]]
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT/ ROOM - NIGHT</div>
CLOSE-UP of the left eye wide open to the dilated pupil.
CLOSE-UP of Isma's mouth opening.
Crunching noises.
CLOSE-UP on the switch.
CLOSE-UP on the lit bulb on the ceiling.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog">Is this a very powerful new technology that guides me?</div>
<div id="adding">(Pause)</div>
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog2">Energy!</div>
CLOSE-UP on the switch.
CLOSE-UP on the bulb.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog2">That acts at a distance ...</div>
First person view of Isma from the switch to the bulb, following a quarter circle path.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog">.. and that one can be activated thanks to hidden cables and without which space can not be controlled at night.</div>
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog">These words come from elsewhere and are imposed on me.</div>
Isma turns off the light and leaves the room.
[[Isma turns around and enters the room to perform her speech.]]
[[Isma enters the room to stop this force that subjects her to this procession.]]
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<div id="site">INT - ISMA'S FLAT / NIGHT ROOM</div>
Isma turns on the light and sets the lit bulb on the ceiling.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(With a high tone)</div><div id="dialog">Who are you? What do you want from me? I hate advertising! I can't do it, leave me alone!</div>
Isma turns off the light and leaves the room.
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her corridor.]]
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her kitchen.]]
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<div id="site">INT - BUILDING'S STAIRWELL - NIGHT</div>
First person view of Isma climbing the stairs and stopping on the first floor.
ZOOM IN to the lit bulb.
A pair of eyes appear in the light.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="adding">(Like a detective)</div><div id="dialog2">I do not know.</div>
First person view of Isma climbing the stairs and stopping on the second floor.
ZOOM IN to the lit bulb.
The pair of eyes turns into another pair of eyes.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog">A creature looks at me through my father's eyes ...</div>
First person view of Isma climbing the stairs and stopping on the third floor.
ZOOM IN to the lit bulb.
The pair of eyes turns into another pair of eyes.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog">My dad looks at me through Ben's eyes ...</div>
First person view of Isma climbing the stairs and stopping on the fourth floor.
ZOOM IN to the lit bulb.
A silhouette similar to Le Petit Prince takes off like a rocket to the moon.
First person view of Isma returning to her landing and fixing the lit bulb on the wall opposite.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog">Want to marry me? Have a child together?</div>
<div id="adding">(Pause)</div>
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog2">Ben?</div>
REVERSE ANGLE from the bulb. We can see the silhouette of Isma.
<div id="speaker">BEN (OFF)</div><div id="dialog2">Yes.</div>
First person view of Isma.
<div id="speaker">ISMA (OFF)</div><div id="dialog">I do not know Ben. I'm a student, I've no money, it's not the time.</div>
REVERSE ANGLE from the lit bulb on the silhouette of Isma taking steps backwards.
First person view of Isma on the lit bulb.
Isma gradually flips back and comes back with a brisk gesture forward.
TRAVELING FORWARD to the lit bulb.
REVERSE ANGLE from the lit bulb on Isma's figure, collapsing and trembling to the ground. She sits down.
CLOSE UP on the bulb.
Through the light, a bearded silhouette has fun with a popcorn frolicking.
<div id="speaker">BEN (OFF)</div><div id="dialog2">Are you satisfied?</div>
The light turns off.
Isma gets up, turns it on and sits down again.
Isma's head is yanked backed towards the bulb.
CLOSE UP on the bulb.
In the light, a book opens. Creatures that metamorphose into other creatures come out.
<div id="speaker">BEN (OFF)</div><div id="dialog2">Are you satisfied?</div>
The light turns off. Isma turns it on again and sits again. Her head is still yanked backed, her eyes fixed on the light.
[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her room once more.]]
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[[Change of scene. Flash on set. Isma's in her flat.]]