IL SE PEUT QUE LA BEAUTÉ AIT RENFORCÉ NOTRE RÉSOLUTION - MASAO ADACHI

“Documentary!” exclaims someone laughing, and we don’t know if he is thrilled with his undertaking, or if he deems comical his impossible ambition to catch hold of, to describe and to collect a life in an hour. Perhaps both, like this swing on which a little girl is perched, then her father, and who, at the close of day where no bird of Minerva takes flight, opens the film with his coming-and-going out-of-focus. A to and fro between politics and cinema, between Trotskym and Surrealism, between armed struggle and screenplays, between Palestine, Lebanon and Japan, between the day-before-yesterday and today, between beauty and resolve, between the art of eating and that of being a father, such is the risky and precise life of Masao Adachi, the monsieur with the white hair glimpsed in his delusions. And this is just how Philippe Grandrieux, faithful to his way of doing things, decided to suggest his portrait (Jean-Pierre Rehm)