The Burned Man

This story first appeared as a text where I tried to make poetry merge with photo-tale. Then, reusing the stills, I turned it into a short film. Indeed it lost, in the meantime, the written-poetry dimension, even though written words are still there, in the shape of insert titles somewhat reminiscent of the silent movies. But it gained an atmosphere the film alone is able to provide. And the core of the story is still there: that man, retired from the world, is scorched alive as soon as he tries to go out again, and he doesn't burn alone. Scelsi's wonderful music contributes, with its ghastly wrapping mood, to worsen the nightmare.