The original cry.

2005. A summer night on the north coast of Bretagne. The moonlight explodes in pieces against the sharp waves of a dark and deep sea, which is murmuring to our ears the sacred peace of this moment. We are a small groupe of contemporary human beeings, males and females. We have been eating, walking and we are now silently sitting on the top of a large square rock.

The wind is fresh, nearly cold but my full belly keeps me warm and relaxed. Dark silhhouettes surround me, David, Marie, Julien, Jean-Michel.

In the middle of notime, Julien tells me : « It feels like if we were prehistorical men ». He is right, I know it, i feel it deep into my flesh. Yes, those forgotten feelings visited me before. Next time you sit, in the night, close to a fire, take some time, to feel the security, the strange fascination, the nice confort which fils you spirit. Thousands and thousands of years separate you from those humans of ancient times. Still, you are linked.

Julien was right, a very ancient feeling came. I stood up and when to David. He was sleeping, laying on his back, facing the stars. I woke him up with sounds that I thought sounded authentic prehistorical. Simultanously, he opened his eyes and said : Nagnu. I turned around to the others and said : Nagnu. Immediatly they repeated Nagnu, nagnu, nagnu. It seems so natural, still so unknown. Without a meaning but still buried deep inside each one of us. The Nagnu was there.

I understood that feelings could travel with our instinct though time and that words could too, not on stones, not on paper, but within each one of us. I decided that Nagnu was one of the primitive words. I am neither a scientist nor a magician. But I wrote down mentaly this hypothesis : Nagnu was the first word. Lots of doors opened nearly instantly in my mind, which was a proof that my hypothesis was good. And my first idea was that if there was a first word, then this word would meant anything and nothing at the same time. This is how Nagnu became the name and the objective of my quest as a poet, the upstrean journey along the rivers which carries our instincts to the sea, which defines us and reflect our soul.

But this is an article about cinema. So where is the link between, prehistorical words, feelings, Nagnu, beeing around a fire a night

The main thing is that a film is a trip you take poeple on. So, you d better know were you are going, it used to be love story-land, horror-land, comic-land. Now we know. We know the name of the destination : Nagnú-land.