Shots from home videos, more impressionistic than narrative. A sonic atmosphere that leaves space for silence, for the calm of long summer days in a bygone rural Quebec. Fields, a flock of birds, distant memories of family celebrations. And death, represented by the story of a brother’s brutal death on the farm, but also by images of dead animals, the cemetery, and written testimony, the shame of a game that abruptly stopped being funny. This magnificent film by Claudie Lévesque is haunted by endings. The end of life, of innocence, of summer and the progressive disappearance of memories into these grainy scenes that now capture only sensations, moments detached from all causality. This description might lead one to think this is a twilight film, but this family portrait actually inspires a sense of serene melancholy: the acceptance of a life made up of a multitude of moments and people who will fade away with time, yet which remain eternally within us.

Bruno Dequen
Artistic Director, RIDM