Jean-Pierre Bonneau

The 1984 short Barres celebrates the ingenious ways one can get onto the Paris Metro without paying.

In the silence and tranquility of the early morning, between four dimly lit walls, the machines are activated and the ovens heated. A morning like any other, a black-and-white film that closely follows the movements, kitchen appliances, and machines. And a son, Jean-Pierre Bonneau, who films his father, a baker, performing his daily, repetitive, and equally precise and skillful tasks.

In the silence and tranquility of the early morning, between four dimly lit walls, the machines are activated and the ovens heated. A morning like any other, a black-and-white film that closely follows the movements, kitchen appliances, and machines. And a son, Jean-Pierre Bonneau, who films his father, a baker, performing his daily, repetitive, and equally precise and skillful tasks.

In the silence and tranquility of the early morning, between four dimly lit walls, the machines are activated and the ovens heated. A morning like any other, a black-and-white film that closely follows the movements, kitchen appliances, and machines. And a son, Jean-Pierre Bonneau, who films his father, a baker, performing his daily, repetitive, and equally precise and skillful tasks.

In the silence and tranquility of the early morning, between four dimly lit walls, the machines are activated and the ovens heated. A morning like any other, a black-and-white film that closely follows the movements, kitchen appliances, and machines. And a son, Jean-Pierre Bonneau, who films his father, a baker, performing his daily, repetitive, and equally precise and skillful tasks.