Faces Places Page #3

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for averting accidents.

It's exciting

to have a meaningful job.

What leisure activities

are there at the factory?

Do you play soccer?

No. Table tennis.

- You play ping-pong?

- Yep.

- Are you any good?

- I'm not bad.

Look at him go!

Nothing gets past him.

Let me try against Amaury.

Now he's playing.

For our photos

in the passageway,

we'll use employees

from each department here.

They all happen to work

different hours.

We had our first group

in the morning.

Anyone can take a class picture.

We need you to help make it unique.

Naked! Exactly!

We need ideas like that.

They don't want to undress.

Ok, but this man made a suggestion,

he's making his case.

I suggest

you put your hands

up to your faces.

Open hands are so pretty.

Yes, that's nice.

Everybody look at me. 1, 2...

3...

Beautiful!

Now, everyone raise your hands

up in the air, that way.

Watch out for people's heads.

Everyone look at me.

Great!

After the shift change,

we did another group.

Reach with both arms.

Throw your body into it.

Let's go everyone!

Lean this way.

Great. 1, 2, 3...

Boom! Thanks.

Now we'll get to work.

- I like this.

- Arms up.

Arms up this way,

so we can put the others

the other way.

It's good to have

one group going one way,

one the other.

Like they want to come together.

No, this one at the very end.

It has to reach the wall.

I'm not in it.

I'm not in this group.

We'll see once you start pasting.

- You can see the first strip.

- Ok.

We find Claude.

I was concerned

about the rough wall.

I wasn't sure it'd work,

but it looks great.

Where are you?

I think this is me.

Could you stand

right underneath yourself?

That's great!

Is this ok?

Too bad some of the employees

are missing.

The idea of being in a group,

mixing together all the departments,

all the workers

from different shifts,

management, too...

I see their faces up there.

It shows we can all get along!

- Show us.

- Stand under your picture.

- Where are you?

- Here.

You make a great duo.

I was wondering how you met?

On a dating site, Meetic.

Goes to show!

That's a joke,

and I don't like that joke.

I'm not a mystic!

I'm down-to-earth.

It's surprising.

- Art is meant to surprise us, right?

- True.

Have a nice day.

Each face tells a story.

And that day...

Today's my last day.

I'm taking early retirement.

- Today?

- Today.

- It's your last day here?

- Yes indeed.

I feel like I've reached

the edge of a cliff,

and tonight

I'll be leaping off it.

I'll discover lots of things.

It'll be completely different.

A whole new life.

Overnight,

I'll find myself at home.

What will you do tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

I think I'll sleep in!

Tomorrow you'll sleep.

How about the next day?

This is the first time

I've ever retired.

I'm heading into the unknown.

Time to tackle the water tower.

And where there is water,

there are fish.

This is the head.

Right, like this.

- Where's the big flounder?

- Already up there.

Up in the cherry picker,

the pasters are having

a whale of a time.

Are you coming?

You know my stairs hurt!

Don't dawdle.

It's beautiful up here.

You can look for me.

That was my exercise for the week.

Not too shabby.

What do you think, from here?

Looks good.

The fish are happy now.

Living the high life.

Do you remember

where we caught these fish?

I don't know.

- Like this?

- A little lower.

Tilt the camera down. Ok, go.

Check the focus.

There, you're good.

Goon.

Boom! Excellent.

I don't see any black...

Your hand's in the way.

I only see its belly.

A little lower...

Not sure what I got.

He's got a beautiful fin.

The stuff of champions.

A little lower.

There.

Great.

Was it in focus?

Just for fun.

And what fun!

I want its things hanging!

I'll add this.

No, it's nice as it is.

I'll get him like this.

That looks...

Argh, he's slipping!

Wonderfully disgusting.

That's what I wanted, a monkfish.

What a nightmare.

We took the cheeks and everything.

The eyes are still there.

Look a little bit...

You let me come, so I'm filming.

Ms. Varda,

look as far as you can to the left.

Good.

I'm touching your eye.

Don't move.

Here comes the shot.

Are you ok?

You weren't scared?

No, I wasn't. I'll tell you why.

I always think of Buuel's film,

An Andalusian Dog.

Right, with the big razor blade.

You see the eye,

then in comes the knife.

So a shot's no big deal.

Shall we sit for a moment?

I have an eye disease.

I need injections, check-ups

and examinations.

What do the examinations consist of?

Looking at letters.

Does it look right, Agns?

It's good,

the bottom is blurry, but...

the letters

need to move a little.

Move how?

- Up and down a little.

- Got it.

- Go tell them.

- Right away.

Move up and down a little!

Now I'm happy.

That's what I see.

You see blurry,

and you're happy.

You see everything dark,

and you're happy.

It all depends

on how one sees things.

With some distance.

Or from above.

We did a pirouette,

and landed in Pirou.

Pirou-Plage.

A village that was half-built,

then abandoned.

Now a ghost town.

Wonderful.

Hello.

This is miraculous.

We thought it was empty

and suddenly it's full.

Thanks for coming.

- I'm only talking to the kids.

- Right, they're your size!

We hope to inhabit, re-inhabit,

bring some life

to this place

where life has vanished.

Using faces and a bit of energy,

even if only for a day.

Let's try.

Call it a portrait party

and a picnic.

We brought a giant photo booth truck.

We want to take pictures of you.

It'd be great

if you could cut out your faces,

so when they go up,

they'll be closer together.

3, 2, 1...

I need a brush over here.

A group forms.

Others settle in.

I used to come here as a kid.

I watched the houses

fall into ruin over time.

They were never finished.

It's strange.

They came.

The neighbors, the curious,

the inhabitants of Pirou-Plage

and nearby villages,

the passersby,

a dreamer,

a photographer

and a postman.

Hello!

- Got a letter for me?

- Yep.

Thank you.

See ya!

Have a nice day.

A postman is important

to a village.

I serve as a link.

Not long ago,

a bit further up the road,

I brought Mrs. Fournier

her bread every day.

I delivered her bottled gas,

her meat from the butcher's.

We've known each other a long time.

Twenty years, I think.

That's right.

One day, you surprised me.

You brought me this.

I didn't know you were a painter.

It made me happy,

giving that to you.

In your eyes,

what does it represent?

Maybe it's you!

A tiny woman and a tall postman?

Exactly.

Watch out for the cat hair!

I've got an ugly mug!

Not true!

I used to do my rounds by bike.

I'd go in the fields.

Fill up my satchel

with melons and tomatoes

as I handed out letters.

- Why?

- The farmers were generous.

Seriously, melons and tomatoes!

My satchel was on the bike.

They'd hear me coming,

I had my radio on the handlebars.

This is a portrait gallery

in the open air.

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