PITCH

                                   

 

                                    At 16, Marc follows society's indoctrination that boys date girls. However, when his friend - Taro - disappears from a party with the mysterious Camille, his heart compels him to                                                 search for the one he loves..."

 

 

 

                                     SYNOPSIS

 

                                     Taro calls round for Marc at his parent’s home – a private mansion with a décor indicative of conformist and modernism; It’s his birthday.

                                     Taro wants to take him to a special place  – a disused building – to join him for his first soirée into adulthood.

                                     Shamelessly, Taro takes a bath in Marc’s en-suite bathroom before leaving.

 

                                     They take a ride in the side-car lent to Taro by his father. Upon their arrival, it seems the place is far from deserted: It’s in fact a trendy squat – a hub of the

                                     Capital’s underground arts scene. They gatecrash the party and come across an intriguing girl, Camille, who radiates a strange allure of androgyny and

                                     disconcertingly natural dominance. From that point, things drift out of control, as it transpires that Camille is in fact a socio-path, who delights in the maiming,

                                     mutilation and murder of young men. She offers them both a drink.Into one of them she’s slipped a pill: she’ll let fate determine her next victim. Taro ends up

                                     under the influence of GHB and, very quickly, she takes control of the situation: She escorts him, under the pretence that she’s guiding him round the various

                                     workshops spread over all 13 floors of the squat, in order to get him alone. They pass through the photo gallery where she does a line of coke and makes

                                     Taro smoke a joint, all the while flirting with him. Then she drags him through the basement of the building to the engine room, part of which has been

                                     cleared for her to exercise her predatory instincts.About half-an-hour's passed since Mark last saw the couple. He goes in search of Taro, who has a habit of

                                     disappearing, but as Marc saw him following Camille, he imagines they've found a quiet corner in which to consummate their passion. So he decides to

                                     wander round the squat: a fruitless choice. All the rooms are crammed. He pops outside to check that the Arrondissement of Paris. Marc gets out of

                                     Bewildered, he goes back through the workshops, asking round after Camille, to no avail,until one girl remembers vaguely seeing her go down to the parking

                                    level, accompanied by a pretty dark-haired boy a short while back. Marc then decides to go down there. He soon winds up in a desolated part of the squat,

                                    only to discover a massive parking complex. Near complete darkness engulfs a setting of destroyed objects, unhinged doors and enormous puddles of

                                    unappealing, dirty water, which he carefully bypasses while exploring the area. The atmosphere is murky and overbearing, menacing even. He's soon

                                    confronted with an overwhelming obstacle, which calls for literally walking on water, Marc’s most acute phobia: He fears the floor will swallow him, falling into

                                    a hole obscured by the water where he'll drown. Yet, friendship makes him face up to his fears and his affection for Taro gives him strenht.As he proceeds,

                                    with stealth and precision, he is so quiet that Camille doesn't hear him approaching. Her mind is focused on torturing Taro, who is bound by cable-ties to a

                                    section of water-piping. Covered in blood and losing consciousness – his chest and face are bloodstained – he splutters a plea for mercy from his executioner

                                  . In her hand, Camille holds a wood-plane. As she raises her hand once again for the slaughter, Marc hurls himself at her. A muted death-match ensues.

                                   It gets bitter; as even though Marc is physically stronger, he's never fought in his life. Rage propels her and desperation him. In the heat of the moment, she

                                   grabs an ice pick and is about to lodge it in her assailant's chest, when his survival instinct urges him to wrestle the weapon away, but she won't admit defeat

                                   and slams the tool in her target. She's back on the offensive. Mark stumbles in shock from the strike and collapses on top of her, causing her to break her

                                   neck on a pipe.Establishing that Camille's no longer a threat, Marc unties Taro, carries him across all the obstacles that brought them both there and calls an

                                   ambulance.

 

                                    Two weeks later, Marc comes to meet Taro from the hospital. They had been looking forward to spending the holidays in the Taro's family home for a long

                                    time, but as Taro’s still recuperating, they’re limited to a weekend there. They travel in the side-car. Typically for them, w hen they arrive at the town, they head

                                    for a dip in the sea before even going to the house. Taro immodestly throws himself into the water nude and coaxes Marc to do the same. As it was low-season,

                                    the beaches were near deserted. He follows Taro's example, letting go of any fears or reservations, exchanging them instead for ease and the acceptance

                                   When they emerge from the water, a storm is brewing: the temperature has dropped and the sun is covered by a veil of heavy, dark clouds. While they get

                                   dressed the rain starts to pour so heavily, that they abandon the idea of taking the side-car back to the house and take cover in the forecourt of a nearby

                                   church, but as the rain persists in their makeshift shelter, they find a means of opening the vestry doors and enter the church. Numbed by the cold, they huddle

                                   up to regain their warmth. It seems an appropriate setting to share confidences and Marc announces his guilt to Taro for having killed Camille. Taro reassures

                                   Marc that he did right by him, as were it not for him, he'd probably be dead.Suddenly, Father Frédérique of the parish emerges to see what the cause of such

                                   commotion is. The priest lives with a woman, which is common knowledge. Although his heart skips a beat, when he sees the two boys entwined. After

                                   preaching chapter and verse about the sacredness of the church, he then latches on to what he overheard from their conservation: that Marc killed a young

                                   woman, interpreting this as an appeal for confession.This ignites a power struggle between him and Taro, who refuses to let the cleric rant his unremarkable

                                   moral authority over them. The priest ends his argument, conceding a personal view that he can't see why homosexuals couldn't also be good Catholics, but

                                    reasons that the act is simultaneously prohibited by the church. Yet the church is but only

 

                                   The two boys then make their joint exodus from the church, into a brilliant sun:

                                   

                                    From there, they walk off, hands around each other's waist, amid the dunes, to the sea...