Unless you live in a cave, you couldn't miss this video this Tuesday! Invading Facebook networks, Twitter, the media and our professional mailboxes, "First Kiss", the video as viral as herpes shows 20 strangers kissing for the first time, embarrassed, moved, and almost already in love after two minutes.
Well, might as well bust the direct myth:some of director Tatia Pilieva's guinea pigs are actually real actors, like Marianna Palka, winner at the Sundance Film Festival for the film with the evocative name "Good Dick" (for those who are stayed in their cave for the last 5 years and don't know this English word, Wordreference is your friend).
A real first kiss filmed, it would rather give that by the way...
What interested us here, therefore, is not the somewhat gnangnan message La-Guerre-C-est-No-L'Amour-C'est-Beau-Tous-Les-Oiseaux-Volent-Dans-Le- Sky slightly fake , but rather the extreme virality with which the video took over the Web and conversations at the coffee machine, all in a single morning.
"Because between the crisis and the wars, it feels good to have a little love," explains Geraldine, your colleague who spasms your mailbox with chains of curses. Admittedly, Gégé, but that doesn't explain everything, because we already have cute kitten videos to make our brains breathe (don't click here).
"Because you see, it's performance art, a bit like Marina Abramovic at Moma, you see... She uses her gaze to show all the strength that binds individuals, although unknown, you see. And there, Tatia Pilieva brings out all the almost naive and intrinsic amorous spontaneity of human nature, you see,” explains our friend Mathilde, a budding artist (yes, I put an “s”).
What if the real reason was not simply that the apparent naivety of these actors moves us because it awakens in us the memory of our very first kiss, the one and only? The one who upset us -or traumatized- forever?
Emilie, 26:"An earthquake kiss"
“I had my heart pounding on the percussion like a piece of samba and my hands were as sweaty as in a sauna in the middle of a heat wave. I was 16 and a half, and I was both very stressed and very impatient for this tryst to end with the traditional exchange of saliva. I remember asking myself a series of technical questions:which way to turn the tongue – clockwise or the exact opposite, in a spirit of dissent as assertive as a Che Guevara sticker on a handbag. Eastpack back? How far away should I be from my beau – glued to his chest for more breathless romanticism or slightly distant, as in a subtle and graceful gesture of a fierce marquise? Should it be fiery and intense, or rather soft and contained? Finally, the kiss happened faster than expected. After our walk hand in hand on the esplanade near the fountain, he came towards me and in less than two seconds, our mouths were on familiar terms. The details are now hazy, but only one thing remains for me:to feel that the ground is giving way under your feet is the most beautiful feeling in the world. »
Laura, 24:"A forbidden kiss"
"It was in elementary school and I was already a bitch. Poor thing, I told him very clearly that I could never marry him. You see, his last name was Schluck. And I couldn't call myself Madame Schluck. No. Despite this shock, he was willing to go out with me, but only if we didn't tell anyone. So I yelled it in the playground, to let everyone know. Surprisingly, he was still my lover after this incident. He always wanted to sit next to me, and Arthur, his best friend, was very jealous. They played our relationship to the pogs. Schluck won. This afternoon, we sat down together during geo. At the back of the room, like the little rebels that we were. This was before the days of tattoos and seals behind the high school gate. As the teacher shows a map of Europe, Schluck turns to me and says, "Are you crazy, are we kissing under the table? ". We slip under the table. I was very stressed:it was my first kiss. We stayed still for a long time, and the teacher was going to notice our disappearance. Suddenly he leans over to me and presses his mouth to mine. He has a very cold nose. And in addition the bastard sticks out his tongue! I was playing the game but I found it very annoying. We come out of our hiding place, all red. His best friend, seated at the opposite table, looks at us with contempt. And I still don't know my map of Europe. »
Sylvie, 52:"The intoxicating kiss"
“My first kiss, I was 20 years old. And it made me think of Banyuls, the only alcohol I knew. 'Cause it made my head spin"
Julie, 25:"A canine kiss"
"It was I-GNO-BLE!" The first guy I kissed, Grégoire, was the best friend of a guy I had a crush on, Pierre. Being very intelligent at the time, and having learned from Grégoire that Pierre was not interested in me, I found nothing better to do than go out with Grégoire, to get revenge. Except that by kissing the latter, I had the impression of kissing my dog, a big boxer, it was so lame. A mistake that I really regretted:I learned later that Pierre was interested in me and had told Grégoire. This kisser-drooler had therefore engineered everything well! And I looked at my dog differently. »
Éléonore, 28:"A surprising kiss"
"It was summer camp!" I was 12 years old. I found it super weird to feel a tongue sticking in my mouth; It surprised me, I didn't expect it... But I liked it! (big smile)
Aurore, 30:"A wet kiss"
“He was a middle school guy that I dated in 6th grade because everyone called me the virgin. I didn't give a fuck about him and after my first kiss I dumped him. Especially since it was weird and runny. I did not expect that. We turned one way and then the other. I had drool everywhere. »
Aurore, 27 years old:"A relieved kiss" (and who is a little crazy)
“My first kiss was angst-inducing… Sweaty palms, throbbing at 10,000… I was afraid I wasn't up to it. Afraid of not performing my first French Kiss… Facing my boyfriend, I still think I have performed! »
Hélène, 19 years old:"A fragrant and muscular kiss"
“This boy had been pestering me for weeks to go out. At the time, I was shy and anxious. But he had bulging muscles, and I have no power against bulging muscles, pushing on a six-by-two-meter guy who's interested in me. After a few days of hesitant flirting, we end up having lunch together. I should have felt the crap coming…. But I was young and naive. He orders three paninis and gulps them down. Order another panini, then try to chew this one. I have never heard a being sound like that (if in fact it was an elephant in Sri Lanka, but I did not kiss the elephant). His mouth should already have scared me at that time… As it's raining, we quickly go back to school under the same umbrella. Along the way, we talk about potentially kissing. He asks me why I don't want to kiss him. I tell him that I must be a bad kisser anyway. He then drops the umbrella, grabs my head, and rolls me a death skate. The first 3 seconds, I saw stars. Then after a minute I started having my doubts… Not only did his tongue repeatedly try to rip out my tonsils, but with the old smack in 4 paninis… Yuck. The problem with two-by-two-meter guys with lots of muscle is that you can't just push them away like that. Impossible to move away:his left hand grabs my hair, his right hand has grabbed my jacket. As I start to panic, he decides to change his face. His mouth then takes my nose hostage. So I have his tongue torturing my tonsils and violating my nostril, his mouth on my mouth AND my nose. At that moment, I thought, "If he doesn't get out soon, I'm going to die." And it's too dumb as death." »
