I seem to remember that when he was once asked about the reasons for his connection with Africa, Laurence Attali replied, "a love story, of course". This is what Même le vent... discretely tells us of. Dedicated "to my guardian angel" , the short film cleverly combines encounters and poetry, telling of a love for a country - Senegal - and it's language - Wolof, "a language I have the impression that I understand". Immediately placed under the ensign of Djibril Diop Mambety, who constantly asked himself where the wind went, it has a playful parody that can be attributed to him. For example, after talk about the male sex, and then the female sex, the designer Oumou Sy appears dragging a heavy trunk ... This sunny film transmits a happy kind of jubilation, that of Cheikh Lô happily developping ritual greetings, or of Isseu Niang, the great Senegalese actress, whispering about "a body in love is worth two not". And even if the end result is a wedding, the bond made is with the wind, in order to learn to see the hidden side of things.
