Les Fruits De La Passion
I did not want to make a realistic film. Rather I imagined the story of this mentally retarded girl and her father somewhat like those wicked German tales, recounted by the brothers Grimm: violent colors, devilish events, poisoned dreams images. The landscape of those dark villages where the story takes lace, is familiar to me since my childhood. I have a very precise memory of it. To-day the frontier spreads tearings asunder moutains, forests, meadows and rivers. And on this frontier, which amputantes our country, houses, trees and roads fall into disreapair as if it was the end of time. Tankred DORST