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| Michel Subor | ... |
Louis Trebor
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| Grégoire Colin | ... |
Sidney
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| Yekaterina Golubeva | ... |
La jeune femme russe
(as Katia Golubeva)
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Bambou | ... |
La pharmacienne
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Florence Loiret Caille | ... |
Antoinette
(as Florence Loiret-Caille)
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Lolita Chammah | ... |
La sauvageonne
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| Alex Descas | ... |
Le prêtre
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Dong-ho Kim | ... |
Le propriétaire du bateau
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Se-tak Chang | ... |
L'associé du propriétaire du bateau
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Hong-suk Park | ... |
L'homme du marché aux poissons
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Edwin Alin | ... |
Le patron de la quincaillerie
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Henri Tetainanuarii | ... |
Henri
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Jean-Marc Teriipaia | ... |
Tony
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Anna Tetuaveroa | ... |
La mère
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| Béatrice Dalle | ... |
La reine de l'hémisphère nord
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Louis Trebor, a man nearing 70, lives alone with dogs in the forest near the French-Swiss border. He has heart problems, seeks a transplant, and then goes in search of a son sired years before in Tahiti. Told elliptically, with few words, we see Louis as possibly heartless, ignoring a son who lives nearby who is himself an attentive father to two young children, one named for Louis. He leaves his bed one night - and his lover - to kill an intruder; he dreams, usually of violence. Will his body accept his heart? Will his son accept his offer? Written by <[email protected]>
First of all, I liked very much the central idea of locating the '' intruders'', Others in the fragile Self, on various levels - mainly subconscious but sometimes more allegorical. In fact the intruders are omnipresent throughout the film : in the Swiss-French border where the pretagonist leads secluded life; in the his recurring daydream and nightmare; inside his ailing body after heart transplantation.... In the last half of the film, he becomes intruder himself, returning in ancient french colony in the hope of atoning for the past.
The overall tone is bitter rather than pathetic, full of regrets and guilts, sense of failure being more or less dominant. This is a quite grim picture of an old age, ostensibly self-dependent but hopelessly void and lonely inside. The directer composes the images more to convey passing sensations of anxiety and desire than any explicit meanings. Some of them are mesmerizing, not devoid of humor though, kind of absurdist play only somnambulist can visualize.