My Name Is Hmmm by Agnes B. (aka Agnes Trouble)

My Name Is Hmmm (Je máppelle hmmm) world-premiered at the 2013 Cannes Film Fest and then played at the N.Y. Film Fest and other venues.

I wrote My Name Is Hmmm in one go, some ten years back, on an impulse, at the same time as I was carrying on with fashion design, and was waiting for the moment to achieve my ‘real things.’

It was Christian Bourgois who introduced me to the cinema.  Latter, I accidentally got hold of an old Nikon and I replaced drawing with photography.  I like to catch and observe what is obvious to me, and also what others show, their gestures, habits and attitudes through interesting angles. I like rear, three-quarter, and side shots.

Since the early 200s, I have had a video camera and I shoot two to three-minute films in which I feature my clothes in short frictions…on a very tight schedule, shooting by day, editing by night, in the four or five days before the collection is shown to the public.

To get back to the script, ten years ago I read an article in Le Monde about an accused man who killed himself in the judge’s office, using a letter opener.  I took the liberty of inventing the story that could have led him to this desperate gesture. On the occasion of a school trip to the seaside, a 12 year old girl escapes, after being abused by her father on a regular basis.

This is not a film about incest. It’s a story about a runaway and its consequences.  At the very beginning of the film, the act of incest is soberly, elliptically and briefly shown.  The little girl escapes during a trip to the seaside and hides in a truck.  Then an inspiration trip begins, during which the young girl discovers how beautiful life, friendship and adventure can be.

This is a “road movie,” shot in France, around Bordeaux.  Although she has little experience of the world, the heroine is adventurous, she wants to see, and discovers everything. She has found a precious friend.  The truck driver who picks her up, somewhat adrift himself—a ‘no future’ character—who begins to feel a true and happy love foe the little girl.  He knows she will never betray her father whom she loves nonetheless.  She never says a thing, believing that all dads are ‘like that.’

I wanted to make a film against prejudice and show that one should be careful not to make hasty judgments.  You risk picking the wring target.

I wanted to show this journey as an ‘out-of-time’ and also show the intensity of their mutual love, so silent, so pure, so evident.

This is not my own personal story, but I know what I’m talking about.