1. Where did you get the idea to tackle the subject of war?
The first images came to me in 2004, when I was at the Zagreb International Animation Festival in Croatia. This country, part of the former Yugoslavia, still bore the scars of the war that had raged there during the 1990s. For me, the trip inspired a film presenting a woman’s body—a wounded woman, a ‘woman-ruin’—as a theatre of war. I felt I had found my subject.
However, Robes of War really only came to life the following year. Endless images from the Middle East were on TV. I was deeply moved and disturbed by the notion of a female suicide bomber, which gave me a new angle on my idea for a film about the body in war.
Then, one night as I lay awake, the sheets seemed to envelop me like a black veil. I felt my eyelids becoming soldiers’ helmets. The ceiling fan became the blades of a helicopter. My room became a battlefield.
Many of my films are based on visions and dream imagery.
2. Did you research the phenomenon of war and religion?
My film is an evocation of war. I felt the need to inform myself throughout the process.
Above all, I found inspiration in the gestures and rituals of prayer (Muslim and universal), which are expressed by the hands of the young woman. The war sequence was built up bit by bit. The fingers of the praying woman became soldiers. They die in battle in her clasped hands.
3. In Robes of War, your strong focus on a female figure has an intensity that brings to mind The Hat. Do you see any resemblances between these two characters?
In both films, the trauma suffered by the central female character prefigures her self-destruction. The dancer in The Hat was a victim of incest; the veiled woman in Robes of War mourns the dead child in her arms. However, there’s a difference in that the woman in Robes of War never opens her eyes. She prays. The war rages within her, in her heart and body. I see Robes of War as a film about ecstasy, grief, brainwashing, despair, terror and distress. This woman gains equality with men by blowing herself up, becoming a martyr. She’s promised a better life—because she has no life.
The film also allowed me to reconnect with the idea of costume. In The Hat, I used the fedora to mask the man’s face, and the dancer’s nudity as a type of stage costume. The chador, which is in my latest film, cloaks a woman’s entire body except for the hands and face. The sticks of dynamite around my character’s body look like a corset. This woman only unveils herself when she ignites the explosion and dies.
Robes of War references an ornamental religious costume worn by the Maccabees in the Hebrew Bible and Sacred History. It also references the tunics donned in various ritual settings: the black judicial robes of a judge; the chasuble of a priest; the black hood of a prisoner about to be executed.
4. Accordion, which you directed in the meantime, is a near-abstract film whose characters are much less present.
The characters are often hidden in the computers; love can only be transmitted through the network connection. It’s a film about the inability to communicate—a little more mysterious. It was also called ‘radical’ . . . With Robes of War, I’ve once again adopted a more narrative approach.
5. Your two previous films are line drawings on light backgrounds. In Robes of War, you work more with the surface, covering it with black ink. In your film, black is a strong and oppressive presence. Was this a conscious decision?
The graphic aesthetic imposed itself quickly. The woman is dressed in war. She is war. She wears a head-to-toe black chador. The story centres on her and around her black veil. The black is a constant presence and is perpetually changing. It starts off as night, then becomes a veil, a chador, a drop of blood, an army of veiled women and a tank. At the end of the film, it fills the screen to signify destruction, darkness and the void.
6.The music is an astonishing part of the film. This organ piece you use, which was recorded in a church, is a reflection of Christian rather than Muslim heritage. Not to mention the Pietà, a Biblical theme that you evoke at one point.
The choice of music clearly reflects my viewpoint as a Western woman educated in Christian schools. I was raised in an environment that was decidedly Catholic. Living in a convent, I always wore a veil to Mass. The chapel walls featured the 14 stations of the cross, including the Pietà, sculpted in bas-relief. During catechism studies at night, I would hear a nun playing the organ. Life was impregnated with religiousness. I was impressed by the fate of the ‘holy martyrs of Canada.’
The desire to use the organ in my film came about early on. I was enchanted by the sounds made by the magnificent organ at St. Joseph’s Oratory during the Millennium Symphony composed by Walter Boudreau for the year 2000. I first encountered Walter’s work in the 1960s and have always followed his career. My producer and I decided to call upon his talents. After he saw the preliminary animations, he said, “I hear an organ partita from beginning to end.”
He merged his music with my animation. Walter’s music is divine and grandiose. In its romantic mode, the organ puts the accent on prayer, meditation and devotion; it also accentuates the pain, terror and consequences of the action the woman is about to take. The organ is an orchestra in itself; it serves as dialogue, like in the days of silent films.
7. To conclude, we’d like to address a lesser-known facet of your personality. You’re mostly associated with films depicting suffering; all the same, your films display a sense of extravagance and the bizarre that brings to mind the Surrealists. Can we say that your films, which undeniably bring the viewer face-to-face with pain, are also driven by black humour?
In the sequence where the woman becomes the tank, a cannon—erotic, phallic—raises its muzzle skyward and expresses her outrage in a plume of smoke. Black humour is a way of underscoring the absurdity and cruelty of war without casting judgment. In that sequence, I proceeded by pure psychic automation, like the Surrealists. First I drew the woman in prayer. As I animated her, she multiplied as if by magic into many veiled women, aligned like troops in uniform. Then the women in black became smaller and smaller. They began turning and to my great surprise, became caterpillar tracks of a woman/tank, then her kneeling legs, which become covered in bandages. She’s a wounded woman.