Meneghetti manages to juggle more than one stunning metaphor with his and Malysone Bovorasmy's script and his visual cues -- the separate apartments, one warm and full of history, the other barren and full of mice; an on-set of sudden health problems that seem burdened by the weight of crippling secrets as much as they do from any series of misfiring synapses; treacherous balconies and elevators and half-dreamed back-stories of bodies floating in the river with crows cackling overhead -- somehow all of this, which seems a lot, is siphoned down into the service of a true emotional wallop of a story, with superb work from Chevallier and especially Sukowa, who rattles with rage and desperation.
A beautiful, poignant, and purposefully infuriating film, highly recommended, and one which proves there's still so much richness and drama to mine from the particulars of the gay experience against a hostile world, where ever that hostility -- both inner and outer -- may originate from. Here's the trailer:
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