Mr Wilkes

Kilian Junker
Drinking the Stephen Kings as the apricot syrup of my native country, I first discovered cinema through its (often bad) adaptations. I am a friend of Mrs Wilkes as well as of a persistent Stockholm syndrome, and I am gradually opening up to videoclub films and B-series peasers. After a scientific journey, I then study biology that pushes me to hunt (pacically) the wolf during the day and wait until evening to join the Lycanthropic people of my two-balled horror films. Then the discovery of a certain David Lynch, and more particularly his unwavering masterpiece Lost HighwayGive me an uppercut that will definitely push me to haunt the dark rooms. Today, I wander between my favorite cinemas, film festivals and the edges of Helvetic lakes much less calm than they look.