Plot
It is a movie-riddle, a movie-joke, a movie-labyrinth. 4 parts and 4 travels to the sea, 4 crossed short stories: Love, Friendship, Respect and Cooperation. Heroes of each of the short stories arrive to seaside town, and go through turning fragments of their life. Fragments develop almost synchronously - someone goes mad of love, someone suffers as cannot be understood by friends, someone tries to win father's respect, and someone - to enter into cooperation with partners. As in life, when everyone sees themselves as the center of their own drama, heroes of "Chapiteau" are heroes in their own story, while in other people's stories they are sometimes hardly visible characters. Stories are full of tragic pathos - but this is the way everyone goes through personal drama, when from outside it looks even ridiculous. The more serious character is, the more comic he behaves. Love, Friendship, Respect, Cooperation - colors in which the life, its walls are painted. Going from one strip to another we often do not notice that we run in circles, we live the same situations, we say the same words. And sometimes we find it hard to notice the border between what is happening "in fact" and a chapiteau-show. The film employed professional, semiprofessional and amateur actors.
Coordinates: 43°57′N 4°49′E / 43.95°N 4.81°E / 43.95; 4.81
Avignon (French pronunciation: [aviˈɲɔ̃]; Occitan: Avinhon in classical norm or Avignoun in Mistralian norm) is a French commune in southeastern France in the départment of the Vaucluse bordered by the left bank of the Rhône river. Of the 94,787 inhabitants of the city (as of 1 January 2010), about 12,000 live in the ancient town centre surrounded by its medieval ramparts.
Often referred to as the "City of Popes" because of the presence of popes and antipopes from 1309 to 1423 during the Catholic schism, it is currently the largest city and capital of the département of Vaucluse. This is one of the few French cities to have preserved its ramparts, its historic centre, the palace of the popes, Rocher des Doms, and the bridge of Avignon. It was classified a World Heritage Site by UNESCO under the criteria I, II and IV.
As a showcase of arts and culture, the fame of its annual theatre festival, known as the Festival of Avignon, has far exceeded the French borders.
I take you hand in mine
and jopurney back in time
to Avignon
do you recall the day
it seems like yesterday
when love come along
the little street cafe
where we would hide away
just playin' our song
we strolled along lover's lane
ignoring showers of rain
my sweet Madeline
We didn't own a thing
but we had everything
my Madeline
down by the riverside
we'd sit and watch the tide
my Madeline
we used to have such fun
we used to be as one
we're still the same
just picture in your mind
all those carefree times
my sweet Madeline
I found my fist love
in Avignon
my first and last love
in Avignon
let's go backand say hello
to the memories of long ago
together we'll wander
through old Avignon
The cafe still remains
although it's rearranged
our table's still there
the same old atmosphere
is that our song I hear
love everywhere
you look the same today
as you did yesterday
sun in your hair
gonna walk through the town
take a look around
I spent a life time knocking round
the same old patch of concrete,
I waste all my time breaking rocks
and painting smiles on my feet.
I seize the end
for we drift toward the blue shore
send the birds along
I'm not waiting for this day
She's my little sad eyes,
I'm her bluest boy,
She's my little sad eyes,
I'm her bluest boy,
I've become a weapon,
She's my little sad eyes
She's become a toy,
I'm her bluest boy
You may call me a fool
destination to no end
I may cast the anchor
down into the bottom of this well
I dreamt about the train we somehow lost,
That bled those giant marbles made
Of sand for us
I wrote all night, Free man, Alright!
Big Day, All smiles. Burned all their files!
I wrote all night, free man, Alright!
Big Day, All smiles. Burned all their files!
I wrote all night, free man, Alright!
How could i not interfere
You're all that is dear to me
Has it ever been so clear
Have we ever been as near as we're now
How can i be honest with you
You know the truth would do us no good
Why do we choose to go so far
When we're about to break some hearts
How can you ask me to shut up
Do you really want all of this to stop
How can you ask me to back off