What a movie, Wish this was realTyler Mitchell made him while he was still a film and television student at the Tisch School of the Arts at New York University. Dating from ten years, it is both the announcement and synthesis of the very particular universe – radiant with beauty, dreamlike but as disturbing – that the artist born in Atlanta, in Georgia, and which has just celebrated its 30th anniversary, deploys. At the start of the superb course that a photo Elysée devoted to him in Lausanne, under the title precisely of Wish this was real (I would like it to be real), this short film turns in a loop and welcomes the visitor to heady music. Four young men have water pistols in hand. On colorful, pop and joyful bottoms, they play, indolent. But the idyllic image is blurring before recovering. Then one of them seems to suffocate, the face covered with plastic. From the enchanted parenthesis to the drama, the limit turns out to be tenuous, warns the African-American. He signed this film after a 12 -year -old black child was shot dead at Cleveland by a white policeman, while playing with a replica of firearm. It was in 2014.
