What is the substance of Jet Lag? Does it lie in the geographical and temporal comings and goings that lead the filmmaker from a return trip to China mid-pandemic to the memory of a earlier trip to Myanmar, with her family – and incidentally, from a plane to a hot air balloon. Is it in the evocation not only of family relationships, following the footsteps of a great grandfather who went missing and a grandmother whose disappearance she fears, but also in the love relationship with her girlfriend whose body is sometimes close, sometimes distant? In the texture of black and white and in the prolific video material that captures a thousand bursts of ordinary and at times sublime beauty, as in the captivating scenes of intimacy? In evaporated memories or the news of a political revolution? A filmed diary with endless displacements, constantly decentred, Jet Lag nonetheless weaves a form where the world’s vibrations become organised, albeit mysteriously. FM
French Premiere
