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1939, des milliers d'espagnols fuient le régime fasciste de Franco. Le gouvernement français les parque dans des camps.
Février 1939. Submergé par le flot de Républicains fuyant la dictature franquiste, le gouvernement français les parque dans des camps. Deux hommes séparés par les barbelés vont se lier d’amitié. L’un est gendarme, l’autre est dessinateur. De Barcelone à New York, l'histoire vraie de Josep Bartolí, combattant antifranquiste et artiste d'exception.
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[MUBI] The director manages to recreate the drawings made by Josep Bartolí during his stay in the concentration camps. That static of the illustrations is also a static environment, in which time stands still, it becomes eternal in waiting and violence. The scenes with Frida Kahlo soften the tension of the aggressive line, make the movement more linear. Necessary portrait of complicity with tyranny.
There's a scene where Josep Bartolí is pleading with a printer to use more ink in the book they were publishing to make the drawings really stand out, and that is my note for the director of this movie. I didn't know about painter / artist (and lover to Frida Kahlo) Josep Bartolí before seeing this movie. A good documentary makes you want to go home and immediately research the subject, and this just made me want to get home. I found the cartoon images uninspired for an animated film about and artist and the story didn't succeed in getting up from the page. Maybe if they'd pushed everything a little harder.