All the Same! All the Same!

All the Same! All the Same! is my second feature film. It is adapted from my play of the same name and is currently being developed.

Award winning cinematographer Andy Taylor Smith is attached as director of photography, with award-winning director Louise Marie Cooke in production.

All the Same! All the Same! is set in Nantes, France at the end of the First World War. It is a fictional dramatisation of Jacque Vaché’s last evening alive. Vaché was credited as the original Dadaist and André Breton’s inspiration for the surrealist movement. He died of an opium overdose at the age of twenty-three. The film examines him as a real person outside of the mythology created by Breton and the surrealist movement. It shows the fears, hopes and anger of young men at a crossroads and explores themes of apathy, moral hypocrisy and a creative urge for dissent.

It is a realist film that follows three soldiers as they return to their homes after the war. Jacques and Luc are both lovers and have invited Anton, a British officer, back to their hotel room. As the evening progresses, a sexually charged, drink and drug fuelled battle of wits emerges between Jacques and Anton. Jacques, the youthful and arrogant embodiment of rebellion, succeeds in provoking Anton, the handsome and respectable officer, seducing him in a final act of contempt.

Jacques Vaché (1885-1919) had no lasting body of work and made no great intellectual contribution, yet he is nonetheless credited as being André Breton’s inspiration for the artistic and political movement of surrealism. Vaché’s invention of Umour became a mocking practical joke with which to reject the conventions of reality.

WHITE ACETYLENE
An automatic text by Jacques Vaché

All of you — My beautiful whiskeys — My horrible mixture running yellow — apothecary jar — My green Chartreuse — citrine — tender

Safflower pink —

Smoke!

Smoke!

Smoke

Angostura — nux vomica — and the uncertainty of syrups — I am a mosaicist…Say, Waiter — You are a damned freud, you are. Take a look at the bleeding abscess on the Prairie oyster, its drowned eye looks at me like some anatomy piece, the bartender also stares at me, perhaps, bunged up under the eye balls, and pours iridescence, in layers, into the rainbow…”

Some sketches by Jacques Vaché