Camille Claudel 1915
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- 2013
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Freely inspired by the works and letters
of Paul Claudel,
the letters of Camille Claudel, and the
medical records of Camille Claudel.
Originally from Villeneuve in the Aisne,
Camille Claudel is a sculptress,
born in 1864, the sister of the writer
Paul Claudel, who is 4 years her junior.
Student then mistress of Auguste Rodin
for 15 years, until 1895 when she left.
In 1913, after the death of her father,
and after 10 years spent reclusively in
a workshop in Quai
Bourbon in Paris, her
family admitted her,
for mental problems,
to the hospital at Ville Evrard near
Paris, then to the south of France,
to an asylum in the Vaucluse.
1915, Montdevergues
Asylum, near Avignon.
Miss Claudel, please.
Come on, we'll run a bath.
You are too dirty.
Come and have your bath.
It will do you good.
No fuss today, Miss Claudel.
Here.
You are always dirty. You need to wash.
Come.
Every time it's the same.
Here.
See this completely dirty hand,
Miss Claudel.
And it soothes you.
Miss, what are you doing here?
You are not with the others?
Return with the others. Miss Claudel!
Doctor, please.
Miss Claudel has the authorization to
prepare meals.
Because of the fear of being poisoned.
Oh dear. It's wet.
My ears...
I can lunch in the courtyard?
Yes.
Miss Claudel...
could you care for Miss Lucas?
Come.
Thank you
What are you doing?
You're watching me cry?
What's going on?
Thank you, Miss Claudel.
OK, Miss Claudel?
Come on, I'll walk you to your room.
Miss Claudel...
Miss, what happened in the kitchen
this morning?
Was told
you threatened to slap the intern.
He doesn't know the risk he runs
He tried to take me.
I've the right to make my meals,
like you said.
Yes.
You have the authorization,
but it is exceptional.
This is for your good
I know.
Anyway, some good news for you
Saturday.
Your brother, Paul Claudel...
will come to visit you.
Thank you
Thank you
My God... My God...
I want nothing else than to be in
a house nearby.
My little Paul
Make it end...
find my dear labor
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
God's Glory and all His saints.
He prayed for His saints...
Five apostles arrived in Bethlehem...
to save Jesus.
There was Rome, the Romans,
the time of the Romans...
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah...
Madame Danielle,
you will get into trouble.
You shouldn't stay here.
What are you doing there?
You have nothing to do in the school.
Hallelujah.
That's it. You're all there?
The meal is ready; you can enter.
Place?? yourselves there, please
Come on, now.
Fine. Bravo.
Here.
Come with me, please.
Come, Miss.
About the meals for next week -
three residents less.
Very well, my sister.
Miss, do not be afraid.
Nobody here wants to poison you.
Miss?
What's your name?
Blanc.
You...
You'll post a letter for me in the
village, in secret?
You have an address where I can
send the letter from?
My mother's:
the Widow Blanc...Tour Philippe-le-Bel,
Moriere-les-Avignon.
Thank you
My dear Henrietta
This is very far away as I write.
No longer my cute
little studio in Paris.
Since I was abducted from my place...
I often tried to communicate with you.
But I'm watched night and day,
like a criminal.
Do not know if this letter will
reach you.
I was interned at Ville Evrard...
then, under the pretext of war,
at Montdevergues, near Avignon
I've suffered to be torn
from my studio...
to be locked in these horrible houses.
My cousin Charles tried to get me out...
but since then I haven't any
more news.
Dear Henrietta
if you could give me news of you...
and your children,
you'd make me happy
Do not talk of my letter,
I have some trouble.
If you want to answer me,
use this address:
Widow Blanc...
Tour Philippe-le-Bel,
Moriere-les-Avignon.
This person was good enough to help me.
this address...
with another inside,
smaller, and in my name.
Accept my very sincere wishes
to you and your dear children.
Paul tells me that he comes on Saturday.
I'm not desperate to get out
of here one day.
So, Miss? How are you today?
There is a delivery for me?
No. Today, we have nothing for you
Well, my sister. I entrust you.
Miss.
So, Miss?
How are you?
How are things going?
How long will it last, this joke?
Longer still?
I'd like to know.
I am incarcerated as a criminal.
Worse.
No lawyer...
nor my family want to help me
out of this hell.
I am deprived of freedom...
fire...
food and basic amenities.
It's made me into what you want.
They respond to my complaints by...
complete silence.
This is awful, to be abandoned
in this manner.
Cannot resist the
grief that overwhelms me
Mum and my sister...
have kidnapped me in a most
comprehensive fashion.
No letter, no visit.
They stake a lot that I'll
never get out of here.
They take my legacy...
So you blame me?
Having lived all alone?
Having spent my life with cats?
They have a mania of persecution.
These fine gentlemen pounced on me...
to seize all my works...
and let me spend as long as
possible in prison.
They are eager to turn this poor woman
who'd be for them a living accusation
an annoying phantom of their crime
If there is no danger, they do not
let me out.
It's Rodin who has this in his claws.
It's Rodin who used them to seize
my workshop.
He holds them in his claws...
they cannot move
without his permission.
For a long time, it was fixed...
in such a way that I could not...
dare leave the house.
As soon as I was absent,
gentlemen came home...
searched in my books and
took my sketches.
It's Rodin, preparing to do the same job
He found in them accomplices
and an excuse.
Please do what you can to free me.
I have no intention of claiming.
I'm not strong enough for that
I live in my corner,
as I have always done.
The life I lead here does not suit me.
This is too hard for me.
Sorry to tell you so frankly.
Yet...
your relationship with Rodin...
stopped 20 years ago.
Fine.
We'll see you next week, Miss.
Miss Pierre, we must return.
Miss Pierre?
Not
Miss.
No!
Miss Pierre...
Hello, Miss Claudel.
Miss Lucas.
Miss Lucas, do you want
Miss Claudel to come with us?
You'll just walk with us, Miss Claudel?
Come on, come with us.
Come walk.
Come with us.
Lift the feet, please.
Raise the feet well.
We'll soon be there, Miss.
Come on, ladies.
You'll get there soon.
This is very good.
Sing with me.
Come on, we're going home.
Look where you put your feet
You know the text by heart.
Now want your
gestures.
Avery gallant Don Juan...
and Miss Charlotte a little wary.
Go.
Hello, Mrs. peasant.
Don Juan, your gesture.
Gallantly.
Charlotte, step back a little.
There. Perfect.
Hello, Mrs. peasant.
Hello, Sir.
From where do you come?
From the village.
What's your name?
Charlotte.
Don Juan.
, Don Juan
Start again.
Hello, Mrs. peasant.
Hello, Sir.
From where do you come?
From the village.
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