Last night, I watched this documentary. I found it interesting at first. I listened to Noir Désir a lot, I lived through Bertrand Cantat’s lyrics, I went to see his concerts, and I loved it. An energy, a power. There was never an encore at the concert I went to, and I understand, he really gave everything he had in his gut.
And then came this case with the death of Marie Trintignant. A rock ‘n’ roll story, one might have said. And like the journalist interviewed in the documentary, I was almost ready to defend Cantat. I hoped that the French justice system would bring him back to France, etc.
And then Christina Radi commits suicide. And then, silence. Bertrand Cantat tries to give a concert, but is stopped dead in his tracks by the Me Too movement.
Watching this documentary opened my eyes to insights I didn’t have, and it allowed me to analyze the media narrative, which was taking his side. While this man killed his first woman, it wasn’t an accidental death, as he initially lied. He went after his first woman, the autopsy reveals.
And what about the second one’s suicide? An autopsy revealed that she had suffered a scalp detachment, but this man, who was on parole, was not worried. He remained free. The case was hushed up. In prison in Lithuania, he signed a contract with Universal, in prison in Lithuania, his album sales quadrupled. So, there were probably good reasons to let him go.
But this man killed a woman, and he assaulted several others.
Watch this documentary; I was extremely angry when I watched it and especially at the end.
A man kills a woman, but he is free. He drives a second woman to suicide, but he is free. And he wants to return to the stage.
I know what it is like to experience the violence of a man, to be on the verge of death, facing a pointed rifle… A man who kills, or a woman who kills, a Human who kills, cannot live free, especially when it is voluntary homicide, when one is violent, one seeks treatment.
And I almost forgot, bravo to the people who made this documentary. What courage.
