José Michel BUHLER (Adok films), Dominique WELINSKY (DW)
Early morning light. Backlight. A flock of sheep approach as to escape danger. Cries and metallic sounds are heard. It is the voice of a small North African man, rather fat which keeps asking: "Where are we going?".
Is it the real Don Quixote of La Mancha, such as believes the moaning man following him? Or maybe they only are two tramps in search of warmth in the winter threshold? Both figures roam the out of time landscape. Sancho follows, without ceasing doubting about the mental sanity of his master and companion in adventure, not knowing if he’s actually following the saga of a wise man, gifted with great subtlety, or the stampede of a madman able to generate catastrophic crashes. Everywhere around, Quixote sees only battlefields and spells. He eventually talks to CCTV cameras, convinced of being a film protagonist.
Gradually, a more complex character emerges: idealistic and enthusiastic, laughing, angry, despotic but also contemplative, dreamy, lost in his thoughts and visions. As they progress in the post-industrial suburb, then jogging to the heart of downtown Marseille, their passage reveals the strangeness of the ordinary world, through insignificant things, in which Don Quixote infuses a wonderful and troubling life.
For Don Quixote, anything becomes an excuse to dream or enchantment: people on the sidewalks, all these little people steeped in stories that lurk unwittingly an ear to listen, a look able to transpose their daily life into an heroic and legendary dimension. His apparent madness bypasses reality and reveals the violent indifference of the urban world.