We follow a man named Jérémie (Félix Kysyl) as he returns to his hometown in rural France to attend the funeral of his former boss and provide comfort for the widow (Catherine Frot). But things go awry when a childhood friend named Vincent (Jean-Basptiste Durand) is convinced that Jérémie has bad intentions. Their ongoing beef leads to a fatal incident that turns the town upside down.
What unfolds isn’t a whodunnit or even a mystery. The question is, how long will it take before the rest of the village finds out what we as an audience already know, and what will happen when they do? It’s a deliberate and well-executed technique that is reminiscent of Alfred Hitchcock’s work, as well as David Lynch when in “Twin Peaks” mode.
The well-shot film welcomes us in and casts us as a fly on the wall, or in some cases - a fly on a tree. The settings are picturesque, but they also play a pivotal role in the thick atmosphere of the story. We witness a fascinating juxtaposition—the surrounding forest feels so alive and ripe with vegetation and foliage, while the rustic town’s architecture and its niche industries are stuck in a state of long, slow decay.
A scent of suspicion brews throughout the air like a morning cup of coffee, and unfulfilled desires sprout like mushrooms on a humid day. Even though the film flirts with darker edges, it’s also very funny. It leans into a wry, midnight-shade brand of comedy that can’t help but be amused by the oddness of the situation. There’s a hardened shell of awkwardness that even the heaviest stone couldn’t crush.
The impressive cast bolsters a sneaky good screenplay. There’s a pair of standout scenes between Jérémie and a local priest (Jacques Develay), where philosophical and thought-provoking dialogue ping-pongs, expounding upon human nature while wrestling with the meaning of life itself. It’s dialogue that’s so good you might find yourself wanting to rewind it.
And this brings me to my first question. Where does it all end? The answer is that… it doesn’t.
* 8.5/10 *