In a hot summer day, Guillaume kills his friend Horace. In prison, he forgets the motif of murder. But the heart of film is, in essence, his relation with his too enthusiastic, protective, agitated mother.
All is just great in this case, from drawings to the confession of Guillaume and the fair dose of realism. Not exactly a story but a gallery of portraits, precise crafted, offering each nuance as piece to define a form of profound loneliness and need of refuge.
Guillaume is a familiar guy , reminding the absurd crimes , from simple impulse, absence of grief of guilty, the states of a new Meursault and the detached way to perceive reality.
Returned home, barefoot, steping in grass, Guillaume sees the objects of the day of his murder. And this is enough for define it in proper terms.
All is just great in this case, from drawings to the confession of Guillaume and the fair dose of realism. Not exactly a story but a gallery of portraits, precise crafted, offering each nuance as piece to define a form of profound loneliness and need of refuge.
Guillaume is a familiar guy , reminding the absurd crimes , from simple impulse, absence of grief of guilty, the states of a new Meursault and the detached way to perceive reality.
Returned home, barefoot, steping in grass, Guillaume sees the objects of the day of his murder. And this is enough for define it in proper terms.
