"We will no longer be in the scenario of this bad film that we have been written"

I wanted to tell you this evening how happy I was when I listened to our Prime Minister last Thursday promise us that all of this, finally, was not true: 

"It was the last sequence, It was the last session and the curtain on the screen fell"  Eddy Mitchell

Because yes, the curtain will rise again on June 22, at the Vox, at the Capitole, at the Diagonal, at the Studio yes, everywhere in this beautiful country with 5982 screens, with 213 million annual spectators, as if we were going to come out of '' too long a tunnel:

"On the black screen of my sleepless nights, I make myself cinema"  Claude Nougaro

Cinema for real, even if we will be masked, even if we will only be seated every second row, the cinema we choose, not the one we endure on the small screen, even if we will be able to give thanks Netflix and the others, and to these magnificent series which speak so well of our time, which have carried us so much during these long weeks, but which will never replace the magic of the screen, the big, the real, and the room black :

"Cine cine cine cinema. If we replayed the scene where you gave me on the paths of childhood, the very first kiss of the first session" Serge Reggiani

Even if 'it will be difficult to steal a few first kisses, Antoine Doinel way, no, we will no longer be in the scenario of this bad film that we have been writing for the past three months, because we will be able to choose our heroes again:

"She is beautiful and her first name is Bonnie. Between them they form the Barrow gang. Their names: Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow. Bonnie and Clyde, Bonnie and Clyde"  Gainsbourg and Bardot

And we also invent our love stories again: "We listen to Gregorian chant. She barely speaks and I say nothing. We have a relationship like that, Fanny Ardant and me." Vincent Delerm

And to find all those shining eyes.

Those of our children, in the queue of a feverish multiplex in front of the poster of the last Pixar or the last Disney, chocolates again frozen in hand.

Those of our teenagers in front of the UGC or the Gaumont while waiting just as feverishly for the last avatar of their superhero, seal of popcorn under his arm.

Those of our friends who find themselves three in the room of MK2 Beaubourg on a Tuesday at 5:40 pm for the cycle of Iranian cinema in VO.

Yes, all those glances that shine united in the same rediscovered passion, before a black curtain that finally rises to rediscover the big white screen.

Jean Minor