After a long night on call at the hospital; taking care of oldster incontinent and libidinous full of viagra meanwhile trying to avoid her manager who will make her angry because of her lateness; Bonnie take off her pink coat to slip in her faded leather jacket.
She can finally go out to smoke her fag and sit back in her red Cadillac. She almost wish to raise for the last time her middle finger and say a final goodbye to this sinister place. She lets her hair down and switch on the radio. They always put on the same soup to accompany disastrous news. She asking herself if the coffe will ready when she got back. She's thinking of this damned coffe brand.
Before sun rise, she need something that pull her out of her dreams; Something darker, thicker and more resonant. Something that take her back from the dead... She pulls for a long time a draft at her cigarette then she pass the second. She push in the tape in her car radio.
The sharp music invade the passenger compartement. Bonnie hit the rythm on her steering wheel to accompany the drummer. The guitar and the bass dog to keep her alive. The voice strike up a powerfull rock. A garage-rock! She don't even think that at this time, a corpse is lying dead in her own and that her fucking husband is freaking out. For the moment, she don't care!
The Bonnie situations tends to lead to forget us the rest. We stir, we dance, we smoke, we drink and we shout.Created in 2011, this group of impertinent movie-fan beer drinkers make every effort to move us and to make us more alive.