Traigan a mi noche marginal furibunda el corazón de Jean Genet
Director: MIGUEL ZEBALLOS
"Bring Jean Genet´s heart to my frenzied night" - Director: Miguel Zeballos
Documentary Film - In development stage
Jean Genet is the trigger, the starting point where we will return insistently in an attempt to reflect on the idea of evil and the concept of justice.
In this quest, the film embarks in a retrospective journey that will arrive to the construction of the first jails in the ancient roman empire, leaving a question floating in the air:
How did the law, for ever, shape the morals and behavior of a whole civilization?
A voice-over in French tells the story from beginning to end. It's a male voice, a weathered voice of somebody in their 70s or even more, we will never find out and it won't matter, because we imagine it to be Jean Genet's voice and much of the film is crafted on that assumption.
It's a documentary, but it's also an essay, fiction, animation, and a philosophical proposition. The subjects and genres that stem from the story are as many and as varied as Genet's works were extensive and prolific.
It's a puzzle, a collapsible and playful framework made up of fragments, in prose or verse, which aim to question the audience. We are not referrring to the audience who have read Genet, but to the viewer of our time, in order to recognize the fact that film is basically an object that collides continuously against the reflections of the present.
With that same will to manifest itself at all costs, the film thinks out loud, and, right at the end, Genet fires:
“We will die right there, on a seat or a shop window.
Looking around and buying, asleep or thinking about the future, relax:
There's nothing to fear outside, the government has assigned a place for the poor wretches to spend the night, our good conscience is safe”
I immersed myself in Genet's world unwittingly and started with his final writings, political articles and essays, his insistence in attacking the sanctimonious progressivism in Paris, the fact that he embraced the mantle of Arab immigration, his taking on of the Baader-Meinhof's radicalism, his long periods of time with the Black Panthers, the six months he spent with the Palestine Liberation Organization in order to understand their cause. I was awestruck with his ability for staying alive and wandering, for keeping his inner thieving child alive until the end, and because, in his last few days, alone and penniless, he decided he wanted to be buried far from France, in Morocco, by the sea, the same sea he had crossed many times fleeing the European police. He longed to be buried near a prison, similar to the many he grew up and lived in and where he wrote most of his oeuvre.
That's why I invoked Genet's spirit late one night, not in order to immortalize him nor to build a monument in his memory, I did it to evoke the strength in his writing, to rebuild his monumental oeuvre and to keep him alive.