The world of a voice

Such as Ulysse who was tied up to a mast to face motionless the sirens’ songs, this modern Faust forces himself to his small parisian bedroom to undergo, next to a radio set, from the after-war year to the sixties, the every day nocturnal assault of the relay system s of the planet. Is it a nightmare, a tragedy of the listening: ghost of the cold war fluttering behind the “green eye” of the radio set, as the hypnotic spectrum of Staline whose soviet obsessional word hammers the name each night. Or is it pure cosmic dream where dimmed lights spread the memory pictures of this apprehension for foreign languages to an exhausted Aladin: Latin ruins sinking in the sea, Chinese and Arabian deserts into which the exotic voices of the radio sets choke? From the loud speakers of the Babel tower to the green waves coming from Siberia, the film prints the kaleidoscope of the infernal visions and the paradise of this new “Faust of the waves”.