This is an attempt to bridge, through love, the gap between humans and the gods: a poem in film whose aim is to love a goddess and to be loved by her.
A man is obsessed by a mythological scene: the one where the hunter Actaeon surprises the naked goddess Diana bathing. This obsession has locked him up with his books and erotic re-enactments. We follow him from his library to his bedroom where his wife reenacts the scene for him.
This mythological home movie transforms into an initiation when an Italian journey to the shores of Lake Nemi near Rome presents our obsessive with the splendour of the world, enabling him to attain the truth.
Through this experience, I want the film to open people up to the spiritual dimension of the sexual act, of desire, of pleasure.
This is the secret behind this very old story; this is the great subject: to grasp the golden bough, to lift the veil of Isis.
I would like “beholders” to use their ears and to attend to the word that speaks in the heart of every embrace. This word, if it can be attained – if it is awakened – is poetry.
The story of Diane and Actaeon takes place here and now every day, for those who can see and love. Whatever opens up between a man and a woman harks back to the ancient memory of ecstasy: to what is at stake at every instant between life and death.