Private Project

I Line

I think, therefore I am.
Ay, there’s the rub. I feel it on my neck, hugging my thoughts, squeezing out its words. But there are no words to come. No thoughts, no self. Only a palimpsest of a forgotten line. I lean, I lie, alone. I loop myself away.

  • François Puraye
    Director
  • Fenrir Productions
    Producer
  • François Puraye
    Writer
  • François Puraye
    Key Cast
    "Parchman"
  • Olivier Puraye
    Key Cast
    "Old Parchman"
  • Lucas Cornette
    Cinematographer, Props Master and Graphic Design
  • Sacha Detrembleur
    Gaffer and Key Grip
  • Alexandre Mottart
    Camera Operator
  • Quentin Deflandre
    Music and Sound Design
  • Project Title (Original Language):
    I Line
  • Project Type:
    Experimental, Other
  • Genres:
    Fantastique, Muet, Psychologique
  • Runtime:
    8 minutes 15 seconds
  • Completion Date:
    March 21, 2025
  • Production Budget:
    0 EUR
  • Country of Origin:
    Belgium
  • Country of Filming:
    Belgium
  • Language:
    French
  • Shooting Format:
    XAVC S 4K
  • Aspect Ratio:
    16:9
  • Film Color:
    Color
  • First-time Filmmaker:
    No
  • Student Project:
    No
  • Digital Cinema Package:
    Unavailable
  • Night of the Horror Festival
    Tienen
    Belgium
    December 5, 2025
    North Belgium Premiere
    Award Winner Best Practical Effects
  • Midnight Monster Club Short Film Festival
    El Paso
    United States
    January 16, 2026
    North America Premiere
    Official Selection
  • Angler Fish Film Fest
    Berlin
    Germany
    April 24, 2026
    East European Premiere
    Official Selection
Director Biography - François Puraye

I am taking my first steps in cinema with “I Line”, where I serve as screenwriter, director and actor. The film marks a temporary culmination of a journey where fiction and thought have continually shaped each other.
After earning degrees in Information and Communication, then in Performing Arts at the University of Liège, I developed a strong interest in the narrator’s position in fiction and how personal stories collide with historical narratives. My thesis, “Heurter la grande à la petite histoire”, draws from Walter Benjamin’s reflections on storytelling and the philosophy of history.
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Through my experience in festivals—especially at Imagésanté—I had the opportunity to explore other audiovisual worlds, both close to and far from my own aspirations. These encounters brought me face-to-face with production in real-world conditions, involving organization, writing, recording, and communication.
I also worked on the layout of the 10th volume of Jacky Adam’s series “Des Moulins et des Hommes”, at the crossroads of publishing and documentary memory.
But a decisive turning point came with “Fireflies”, a film made by seven of us under tight conditions and shot as a single take inside a factory (directed by Alexandre Mottart). It was my first collaboration with the Fenrir collective, with whom I now continue to explore collective, activist cinema—telling a story of eco-activists, AI, and resistance.
Today, we continue to work together on shared projects such as “Memorimento”, which I am currently writing, and a potential trilogy including “I Line”. My cinema is drawn to stifled voices, to silent figures haunted by language, memory, and dread.

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Director Statement

“I Line” is the result of a solitary lament.
Through the figure of the monk, the scribe, the copyist, it is the archetype of the writer that is thus brought to the stage. The image of a man burdened by his duty, both clothed in and possessed by writing: a writing that is absent, nagging — a story that struggles to be told, and that haunts him in solitude.
“I Line” follows the path of a silent narrator, lost in the meanders of the human psyche.
He searches for the “thread of the story,” Ariadne’s thread. He does not find it. He suffers. But nothing helps — he keeps surrendering himself to his damned, absurd task.
He is the embodied author, the one who hears himself thinking too much, too loud. It gnaws at him from within, eats at him, itches at him.
It tightens around his nerves, coils around his guts like a buried pain.
It strangles me.
“It” unsettles.