What to do with rushes that, for almost twenty years, have regularly irritated your memory without ever forming, in your eyes, a coherent whole? What to do with a film project whose obviousness collapsed shortly after shooting? How can you understand the plans of the person you used to be, when almost all of their motivations for filming now escape you?
How can you transform a shapeless mess into a satisfying plot for a comedy?
Shooting a documentary, editing a fiction film. But are there other ways of doing things?
