Victor-Lévy Beaulieu is one of the most prolific Quebec writers of the past 50 years. In both his personal life and his work, he is a man of words who boldly and unapologetically voices his convictions. Enriched with excerpts from his writings that deepen his reflections, this documentary reveals both the light and shadow within the man and his work. It also captures the whispers of his house — and what happens in between those whispers, when there is nothing left to hear…
Director | Manon Barbeau |
Actors | Naomie Décarie-Daigneault, Naomie Décarie-Daigneault |
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Carried by the deep voice of poet and playwright Michel Garneau, a close friend of the writer, Du bord des bêtes is one of the rare documentaries devoted to Victor-Lévy Beaulieu and his immense contribution to Quebec’s literary and intellectual life. Filmmaker Manon Barbeau was granted privileged access to this man of letters, who lived “in the flannel of words,” practically reclusive in his beautiful, book- and animal-filled house along Route 132, near the village of Trois-Pistoles.
Generous, eloquent, and profoundly erudite, the author reflects at length on his youth, his relationship with the world, and with literature. For him, life would have been unthinkable without the act of writing. “When I wrote, I felt like I was living,” he puts it simply. Supported by the elegiac music of Michel G. Côté, the film’s twilight, autumnal images become all the more moving now that VLB has passed. He always envisioned something grand — for his immensely free and ambitious body of work, for his beloved native region of the Bas-du-Fleuve, and for his country, which, as he saw it, has yet to truly become one.
Jean-Philippe Desrochers
Critic
Carried by the deep voice of poet and playwright Michel Garneau, a close friend of the writer, Du bord des bêtes is one of the rare documentaries devoted to Victor-Lévy Beaulieu and his immense contribution to Quebec’s literary and intellectual life. Filmmaker Manon Barbeau was granted privileged access to this man of letters, who lived “in the flannel of words,” practically reclusive in his beautiful, book- and animal-filled house along Route 132, near the village of Trois-Pistoles.
Generous, eloquent, and profoundly erudite, the author reflects at length on his youth, his relationship with the world, and with literature. For him, life would have been unthinkable without the act of writing. “When I wrote, I felt like I was living,” he puts it simply. Supported by the elegiac music of Michel G. Côté, the film’s twilight, autumnal images become all the more moving now that VLB has passed. He always envisioned something grand — for his immensely free and ambitious body of work, for his beloved native region of the Bas-du-Fleuve, and for his country, which, as he saw it, has yet to truly become one.
Jean-Philippe Desrochers
Critic
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