H

By Carlos PARDO ROS

CATALAN FILMS - as PROMO

First film - Completed 2022

On July 12th 1969, during the bull run of San Fermín, a bull killed H by goring him in the heart. Today the ghosts of H drink, laugh and dance in the same streets trying to escape from a body that is coming to an end.

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Visions du Réel 2022
Burning Lights
    • Year of production
    • 2022
    • Genres
    • First film, Biography
    • Countries
    • SPAIN
    • Languages
    • SPANISH
    • Budget
    • 0 - 0.3 M$
    • Duration
    • 67 mn
    • Director(s)
    • Carlos PARDO ROS
    • Writer(s)
    • Carlos PARDO ROS, Pablo GISBERT
    • Producer(s)
    • Gabriel AZORÍN (DVEIN FILMS), Teo GUILLEM (DVEIN FILMS)
    • Synopsis
    • Pamplona, 12th July 1969. It is the fifth day of the celebrations in honour of San Fermín, patron saint of the city. As every year, a million people stay up all night to watch the running of the bulls at dawn. Everyone is dressed in white.
      The runners wait anxiously for the corral where the herd of bulls is waiting to be opened. At 7 o'clock in the morning the firework explodes to start the running of the bulls. The gates open and six brave bulls charge out. Hundreds of people run through the streets when, suddenly, a bull breaks away from the group. On its way, it charges a man and throws him into the air. The man dies instantly from a goring in the heart.
      Nobody knows who he is. The police do not find his papers, only a key ring with the letter H on it in one of his pockets. It is striking that, although during those days everyone wears white, he wears blue.
      More than 500 people pass through the hospital morgue trying to identify him. Every effort is futile, until a nurse who enters the afternoon shift recognises him. In tears she says that she had been dancing with him the night before.H was my uncle.
      According to his friends, H had dinner with them until around 3 a.m. when they all went to bed. He was left at his hotel but it seems that he never went up to his room and we don't know what he did until he died.
      The tale of the hours leading up to his death changes every time I hear it. It seems that every time someone in my family tells it, it mutates.Everyone fantasises about what H did in the hours before his death. It is an enigma that is never quite solved.
      I have decided to solve it.To do so, I invited Leo, Julio, Itsaso and Pedro to experience the celebrations of San Fermín. They all went out into the streets of Pamplona dressed in blue, like H on that 12th July '69. We wanted to fill that four-hour gap, the last hours of a man's life.
      The bodies and faces of my friends flow along the night through the winding streets of Pamplona and mingle with the million people waiting for daylight to break so that the running of the bulls can begin. The ghosts of H drink, laugh and dance in a catharsis that can only be understood as a torn cry of life trying to escape from a body that is coming to an end.