This is an internet translation of the 1952 French film "Howlings in
favour of Sade" by Guy-Ernest Debord.  Howlings was Debord's first
film, produced when he was 23 years old.
***Translators note >>> This film involves several periods of silence
during which the screen remains dark. In this internet version, 60
carriage returns have been inserted for each minute of silence. This
will not consume the intended time for the viewer, but it will present
some sense of scale.
-gregor markowitz (December, 1994)

Howlings in favour of Sade   1952 FILM LETTRISTES

Voice 1	The film by Guy-Ernest Debord, Howlings in favour of Sade...

Voice 2	Howlings in favour of Sade is dedicated to Gil J Wolman

Voice 3	Atricle 115. When a person shall have ceased to appear at his
	place of abode or home address for four years, and about whom
	there has been no news whatsoever, the interested parties
	shall be able to petition the lower court in order that his
	or her absence be declared.

Voice 1	Love is only worthwhile in a pre-revolutionary period.

Voice 2	None of them love you, you liar! Art begins, grows and
	disappears because frustrated men bypass the world of official
	expression and the festivals of its poverty.

Voice 4	(young girl) Say, did you sleep with Francoise?

Voice 1	What a time! Memorandum for a history of the cinima:
	1902 - Journey to the Moon.
	1920 - The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari.
	1924 - Entr'acte.
	1926 - Battleship Potemkin.
	1928 - Un Chien Andalou.
	1931 - City Lights
	1951 - Birth of Guy-Ernest Debord.
	1952 - The Anti-concept.--Howlings in favour of Sade.

Voice 5	"Just as the film was about to start, Guy-Ernest Debord would
	climb on stage to say a few words by way of introduction.
	He'd say simply: 'There's no film. Cinema is dead. There can't
	be film any more. If you want, let's have a discussion'."

Voice 3	Article 516. All property is either movable or immovable.

Voice 2	In order never to be alone again.

Voice 1	She is ugliness and beauty. She is like everything that we love

Voice2	The art of the future will be the overturning of situations or

Voice 3	In the cafes of Saint-Germain-des-Pres!

Voice 1	You know, I like you very much.

Voice 3 An important Lettrist commando made up of some thirty members,
	all donning the filthy uniform that is their only really
	origional trademark, turned up at the Croisette with the firm
	desire of indulging in some scandal capable of drawing
	attention to themselves.

Voice 1	Happiness is a new idea in Europe.

Voice 5	"I only know about the actions of men, but in my eyes men are
	transposed, one for the other. In the final analysis, works
	alone differentiate us."

Voice 1	And their revolts became conformisms.

Voice 3	Article 488. The age of majority is fixed at twenty-one years;
	at that age one is capable of all acts of civil life.

Voice 4	(young girl) His memory always rediscovered it, in a flash, as
	if burnished by fireworks on contact with water.

Voice 1	He knew quite well that nothing of his exploits remained in a
	town that rotated with the Earth, as the Earth rotated in the
	Galaxy, which is itself only a tiny part of a little island
	which recedes away from us to infinity.

Voice 2	All black, eyes closed to the excess of disaster.

Voice 1	A science of situations is to be created, which will borrow
	elements from psychology, statistics, urbanism and ethics.
	These elements have to run together to an absolutely new
	conclusion: the concious creation of situations.

Voice 1	A few lines from a newspaper from 1950: "A leading young radio
	actress threw herself into the River Isere, Grenoble. Young
	Madeleine Reineri aged twelve and a half, who, under the
	psuedonym of Pirouette, used to liven up the radio program
	'Happy Thursdays' on the Alpes-Grenoble station, threw herself
	into the Isere on Friday afternoon having placed her satchel
	on the river bank."

Voice 2	My little sister, we are nothing to look at. The Isere and
	la misere continue. We are powerless.

Voice 4	(young girl) But no-one's talking about Sade in this film.

Voice 1	The cold interstellar space, thousands of degrees below
	freezing point or absolute zero Fahrenheit or Centigrade;
	the first indicators of dawn approaching. The hurried passage
	of Jaques Vache through the clouds of war, that catastrophic
	haste which destroyed him; the rude lashing of Arthur Craven,
	himself swallowed up at that time in the Bay of Mexico...

Voice 3	Article 1793. When an architect or a businessman is given a
	contract for the construction of a building according to a
	plan agreed to by the landowner, he cannot demand a higher
	price either on account of an increase in the workforce or
	materials, or due to any changes or additions made to the
	plan, unless such changes, additions or increases have been
	authorised in writing, and the price agreed with the landowner.

Voice 2	The perfection of suicide is ambiguity.

Voice 2	What is a love that's unique?

Voice 3	I will only answer in the presence of my lawyer.

Voice 1	Order reigns, it doesn't govern.

Voice 2	The first marvel is to come before her without knowing how to
	talk to her. The hands of the female prisoners move no faster
	than race horses filmed in slow-motion, as they touch her mouth
	and her breast. In all innocence the ropes become water and we
	flow together towards the day.

Vioce 4	(young girl) I believe we'll never see each other again.

Voice 2	Near a kiss, the llights of the winter street will end.

Voice 4	(young girl) Paris was very nice thanks to the transport

Voice 2	Jackk the Ripper was never caught.

Voice 4	(young girl) It's funny, the telephone.

Voice 2	What defiant love, as Madame de Segur used to say.

Voice 4	(young girl) I will tell you some stories from my country which
	are very frightening, but they have to be told at night in
	order to be frightening.

Voice 2	My dear Ivich, the Chinese neighborhoods are unfortunately less
	populous than you think. You are 15 years old. One day the most
	fashionable colours will no longer be worn.

Voice 4	(young girl) I knew you already.

Voice 2	The drift of the continents pushes you further apart every day.
	The virgin forest has moved less than you.

Voice 4	(young girl) Guy, another minute and it'll be tommorrow.

Voice 2	The Demon of Arms. You remember. That's it. Nobody satisfies
	us. All the same... The hail on the banners of glass. We will
	remember it, that planet.

Voice 2	You will see that they will be famous later! I will never
	accept the scandalous and scarcely credible fact if the
	existence of a police force. Several cathedrals have been
	erected to the memory of Serge Berna. Love is only worthwhile
	in a pre-revolutionary period. I made this film while there
	was still enough time left to talk about it. Jean-Isidore, in
	order to get out of that transient crowd. On Gabriel-Pomerand
	Square when we've grown old. The little skivers all had
	glorious futures in the school and college systems.

Voice 2	There are still many people that morality makes neither laugh
	nor cry.

Voice 3	Article 489. The adult who is in a constant state of
	imbecility, dementia, or mad rage must be detained even
	though his state allows for intervals of lucidity.

Voice 2	So close, so gently, I lose myself in the meaninglessness
	of language. I push into you, you're wide open, it's easy.
	It's like a hot stream. It's as smooth as a sea of oil.
	It's like a forest fire.

Voice 1	It's cinema!

Voice 3	The Parisian police force is thirty thousand truncheons strong.

Voice 2	"The poetic worlds close up and forget by themselves." In a
	corner ofthe night sailors are making war, and the ships in
	bottles are for you who loved them. You lay yourself down on
	the beach as hands more loving than the rain, the wind and
	the thunder play under your dress every evening. Life is great
	in Cannes in the summer. Rape, which is forbidden, becomes
	banale in our memories. "When we were on the Shenandoah."
	Yes. Of course.

Voice 1	And these resigned faces, which once bore flashes of desire
	like ink splattered on a wall, were like shooting stars. Let
	gin, rum and brandy flow like the Great Armada. This for the
	funeral oration. But all those people were so commonplace.

Voice 1	We've had a narrow escape.

Voice 2	The most beautiful is still to come, otherwise death would
	taste like a raw steak. And wet hair on the beach which is
	too hot and which is our silence.

Voice 1	But he's a Jew!

Voice 2	We were ready to blow up all the bridges, but the bridges
	let us down.

Voice 1	Young Madeleine Reineri, aged twelve and a half, who under the
	psuedonym of Pirouette used to liven up the radio programme
	'Happy Thursday's' on the Alpes-Grenoble station, threw
	herself into the Isere.

Voice 2	Mademoiselle Reineri, in that quater of Europe, you will
	always have your surprised face and that body, the best of
	promised lands. Like neon light, words repeat their banal

Voice 1	I love you.

Voice 4	(young girl) It must be terrible to die.

Voice 1	See you.

Voice 4	(young girl) You drink far too much.

Voice 1	What are childish love affairs?

Voice 4	(young girl) I don't know what you're talking about.

Voice 1	I knew it. And there was a time when I regretted it very much.

Voice 4	(young girl) Do you want a orange?

Voice 1	The beautiful tearing apart of the volcanic islands.

Voice 4	(young girl) In the past.

Voice 1	I've nothing more to say to you.

Voice 2	After all the answers at the wrong time, and youth getting
	older, night falls again from on high.

Voice 2	We live like lost children, our adventures incomplete.

The end.