An enclosed space, a struggle against the constraints of personal isolation explored through a fractured narrative. A man living in a broken-down rented room in a Tourist Inn travels through his drunkenness, his memories and his fantasies, transcending the limits of time and space which suddenly intertwine. A film about loss and absence.
| Director | Louise Bourque |
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Jolicoeur drinks beers while watching TV
Jolicoeur smokes cigarettes while listening to the radio
Jolicoeur goes on a vacation-trip in his living-room cockpit
red green blue
Soft Ulysses
stationary explorer
Jolicoeur tourist
all aboard for outer space!
outside, the interstellar void
Jolicoeur stays inside
crisscrosses his screen-ocean
gazes at the light-years
smokes cigarettes in his pressurized rocket
an afternoon on the moon is as long as a whole week here on Earth
yes, said dad
Jolicoeur’s wandering, remembering
when adventure came to him
every Saturday afternoon
all-inclusive happiness, guaranteed memories
yes, said dad
strange the melancholy of Jolicoeur
irradiated by cathodic emissions
who, curtains drawn, orbits infinity
oh, boy! I’ve touched a star
Cabined Icarus
stationary explorer
Jolicoeur tourist
oxygen running low, oxygen running low
return to rocket, return to rocket
Jolicoeur goes on a vacation-trip in his living-room cockpit
red green blue
Philippe Bouchard-Cholette

Jolicoeur drinks beers while watching TV
Jolicoeur smokes cigarettes while listening to the radio
Jolicoeur goes on a vacation-trip in his living-room cockpit
red green blue
Soft Ulysses
stationary explorer
Jolicoeur tourist
all aboard for outer space!
outside, the interstellar void
Jolicoeur stays inside
crisscrosses his screen-ocean
gazes at the light-years
smokes cigarettes in his pressurized rocket
an afternoon on the moon is as long as a whole week here on Earth
yes, said dad
Jolicoeur’s wandering, remembering
when adventure came to him
every Saturday afternoon
all-inclusive happiness, guaranteed memories
yes, said dad
strange the melancholy of Jolicoeur
irradiated by cathodic emissions
who, curtains drawn, orbits infinity
oh, boy! I’ve touched a star
Cabined Icarus
stationary explorer
Jolicoeur tourist
oxygen running low, oxygen running low
return to rocket, return to rocket
Jolicoeur goes on a vacation-trip in his living-room cockpit
red green blue
Philippe Bouchard-Cholette
English