Pas de feu sans fumée

In May 1967, a fire ravaged the Inno in Brussels. Accident? Arson? The inquiry was not conclusive. Thirty-five years later, "Pas de feu sans fumée" ("Not fire without smoke") reopens the case. But it is a fake documentary, or mockumentary. Everything in it is fake. And naturally we are fascinated by the ease with which every element conspires to develop pure frenzied imagination: trick images, vague photos, forged testimonies, etc. But, as the theory advances of a double plot involving an enigmatic American diplomat and a rich entrepreneur who wants to build a sort of Brussels World Trade Center, we are even more fascinated by the gradually revealed core of the film: September 11th, the destruction of the twin towers. That changes everything: we are now beyond the ingenious hoax. Outside of credibility and make-believe, true and false continually switch places, and it is truth iself, whether untraceable or disguised, which becomes the sole object of fantasy.