Mars et Avril

In the 17th century,

German astronomer Kepler

introduces his cosmological model

The Harmony of the World.

Almost blind from observing the Sun,

he reaches out to the cosmos

and calls for music.

According to Kepler,

the harmony of the universe

is determined by the motion

of celestial bodies.

For instance,

Mercury corresponds

to an octave plus a third.

Venus endlessly repeats

the same note.

Earth is just a half tone.

Mars produces a fifth.

Jupiter wanders down a low third...

and so does Saturn.

But above any other,

it is the Red Planet

that nurtures Kepler's dreams,

and sings to him

the secrets of the universe.

MARS AND APRIL:

Dear 3DViewers,

tonight we will witness the takeoff

of the first human convoy

leaving from the Moon to MarsI

Please welcome

the three Marsonautes taking part

in this ambitiousjourney

that will confirm

whether Man is capable,

as Jean Cocteau hoped,

of dreaming beyond the MoonI

We haven't even

discovered Earth yet.

They are moving too fast.

Dear 3DViewers, I'm being told

that the countdown will begin.'

Five, four, three,

two, one...

From all of us on Planet Earth,

we wish you gentlemen a safe tripI

You're a lucky man.

All these women at your feet.

It's your music:

So sensuous, energetic

and sophisticated!

Please tell me

how you get

all these women fired up!

You'd make an excellent model

for a musical instrument.

- Me? A model?

- Yes.

But Jacob Obus

doesn't speak to models.

Why didn't you pick

an attractive woman instead?

But what does attractive mean?

I'm more interested

in the way a woman sounds.

It must be hard for you to always

live in Eugene Spaak's shadow?

I'm the one who designs

the instruments.

But he's the one who makes them!

Your father is one of

the millennium's greatest geniuses.

Without him, Jacob Obus

wouldn't be able to play music.

Anyway, I would find it hard

if I were you.

An instrument doesn't

just pop up out of nowhere.

It takes a vision, a concept,

sketches, and then a plan.

A drawing doesn't make music.

And a model doesn't speak!

Like all major archetypes,

Mars has an ambivalent nature.

Sometimes she is love,

sometimes death.

At times, she is life,

at other times, war.

She is both dream and nightmare.

Kepler viewed Planet Mars

as a musical instrument.

Had he been reincarnated at the

beginning of our third millennium,

the astronomer

would have been astonished

by the images of the Red Planet

transmitted by satellite.

Images captured

by a 3Delescope

reveal that the Martian topography

perfectly matches the shape

of a musical instrument.

That is ridiculous!

Kepler said:
"The creator of the

universe is not only a surveyor,

he is also a musician."

Because no matter how precise

and complex the mechanism may be,

it also comes with

its own share of madness.

Thanks to his cosmological model,

Kepler proves

that the reality we observe

solely depends on the observer.

Reality and dreams can constantly

be mistaken for one another.

Based on Kepler's theory

and on my own observations,

my hypothesis is the following:

Mars does not exist!

It is a construction of the mind,

a fantasy among many others.

It is completely subjective.

So, um, Marsonautes...

are holograms, like you?

You're not worthy of the Order

of the Cosmologists after all.

Why don't you just stick

to your musical instruments!

Eugene? Where are you?

Eugene?

It's the basis for my new project.

And what would that be?

The camera films an image

that is played back to it

in a loop by the projector.

It's called feedback.

- Like in music?

And like the universeI

Through feedback,

the machine shows that infinity

is one continuous loop.

I don't understand your theories,

my immortal friend.

Sometimes I miss the days

when you were real.

As usual, Arthur's drawing

didn't account for

the technical challenges.

I welded the breech,

but the valve is still gaping.

I tried to lift the pallets to lower

the pressure in the sound box,

but I might have hit a heartstring.

It still sounds too low.

That's normal. The instrument

always ends up resembling its model.

Don't you need more light?

I'm trying to photograph the music,

so I need a longer exposure.

It's an old camera.

He's an old musician.

It takes an old medium

to appreciate a new language.

A low range...

Abundant musical curves...

A full-figured woman.

Excuse me?

A rather curvy woman

was the model

for Jacob's instrument.

I named it the "lowphone."

You're Eugene Spaak's son, right?

- Arthur.

- I'm April.

Would a photographer

make a good model?

I would finally

get to meet Jacob Obus!

No, no, no.

Unfortunately, that's forbidden.

Jacob's decision.

I'll serve as a model,

but on one condition.

April, is it my face

that you're framing?

Yes, just your face.

Could you please tell me

why I'm naked?

Is this something you do a lot?

No, but I have no inspiration

right now.

So I'm focusing on important themes:

Life, death, time,

space, nothingness.

The idea is to photograph

a whole monologue.

The theme of my research is vacuum.

It's beautiful.

Keep talking, you mustn't stop.

It's true that being naked,

for no obvious reason,

in front of a woman

I barely know but am...

incredibly attracted to...

makes for a good monologue.

The experience works better

if you're alone.

Okay.

My name is Arthur Spaak.

I'm 35 years old.

I'm single, no kids.

I'll never have kids.

I design musical instruments

for Jacob Obus.

I can breathe so much better now!

Do I know you?

I spend long nights with you

in the darkroom.

My name is April

and I won't leave

until you agree to have

a drink with me!

I'm not very hairy, I know.

It's genetic.

I get it from my father.

Not that my mother was hairy.

Anyway, we are what we are.

How does it feel

to be floating in space?

You must feel incredibly small

in the infinite cosmic void.

We try not to look at infinity.

You are short of breath.

I can hear it.

It's not the only part of me

that's defective.

One of the many goals

of yourjourney

is to reconnect with

the founding origins of life.

Well, I guess we are

the return of life on Mars.

Right. But how far can man go

in the Martian desert without women?

Why are there no women

in your convoy?

Welcome to The Greenhouse Effect.

You must be thirsty!

- Always!

A Dry Fueltini, please.

- Sure!

I'll have an Antifreeze, please.

Things are about

to get explosive!

I'm not sure why,

but when I look at you,

I see a young man.

Probably because of your music.

Music is the only way I know

to help me breathe...

and to put time on hold.

That's what I love

about your music:

It starts off slow,

then it accelerates.

- Just like time.

- Just like love.

An Antifreeze for you, madam.

A Dry Fueltini for you, sir.

You must meet so many women.

You must be picky.

You're probably thinking:

"Another one trying

to sleep with me.

Another one who thinks I'm going

to fall in love with her."

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