Prodigy | Ricardo Bouyett

Jude Grant's music film featuring two songs from his album "Protagony" explores his journey in surrendering his expectations when it comes to love and romance. Featured on Film Shortage as a Daily Short Pick Featured as an official selection on Retrospective of Jupiter Songs featured from Protagony: Opening Credits & Prodigy Director: Ricardo Bouyett Producer: Grant Mower Production Assistant: Daisy Cardenas Cast: Beloved - Edoardo Caputo Lover - Jude Grant Lyrics Opening Credits: [from Arthur Rimbaud’s “Ophélie”] Sur l’onde calme et noire où dorment les étoiles La blanche Ophélia flotte comme un grand lys, Flotte très lentement, couchée en ses longs voiles… – On entend dans les bois lointains des hallalis. Voici plus de mille ans que la triste Ophélie Passe, fantôme blanc, sur le long fleuve noir; Voici plus de mille ans que sa douce folie Murmure sa romance…. ...Elle éveille parfois, dans un aune qui dort, Quelque nid, d’où s’échappe un petit frisson d’aile : – Un chant mystérieux tombe des astres d’or. (Translation: On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping White Ophelia floats like a great lily; Floats very slowly, lying in her long veils... - In the far-off woods you can hear them sound the mort. For more than a thousand years sad Ophelia Has passed, a white phantom, down the long black river. For more than a thousand years her sweet madness Has murmured its ballad… ...At times she rouses, in a slumbering alder, Some nest from which escapes a small rustle of wings; - A mysterious anthem falls from the golden stars.) Prodigy: I knew we were moving fast, But I liked the dance mix you put on For the car ride and all the snacks That you brought to hold us over: Powdered donuts,—Where we going? I don’t know, but think it’s a win To look over and behold Your hair like chariots In the wind. And I felt young, But uniquely advanced: A prodigy in romance. When the streetlights Turned to shooting stars from our rush Through night aging, We pulled off and looked around For motels with a queen bed vacant. Smoked your weed, watched Jeopardy— Why’s the answer always a question I’m just too afraid to ask? Young, But uniquely advanced: A prodigy in romance. Oh, I felt young, But uniquely advanced: A prodigy in romance. When I woke up, You were gone. You left no note, But the TV on. Went to the lobby For free coffee; Tried not to cry as I called my mom. Can you come pick me up?