Still ahead. Childhood, as a rule, leaves vivid and memorable impressions stored in memory until the most recent years, causing bouts of indomitable nostalgia, returning the feeling of novelty and delight of discoveries, the success of discovering experiments and lessons of experiments, returning the sharpness of emotional reactions in the comprehension of all aspects of life, which, from birth, everyone will have to go through.
Francis Leclerc carefully filmed his father’s novel, where the main character, as it seems to him, lives the last summer of his childhood, struck by the secret news that, having left the provincial town, the next academic year he will spend in the Canadian capital, without family, without friends and without any other acquaintances, in the company of whom he was happy, probably more than ever.
Before us is the personal, but by no means individual, story of twelve-year-old Felix, excited by the promise of a good father, rightly fearing the future and regretting the present, while remaining an intelligent and attentive boy, watching those who revolve around him, asking himself and giving himself answers, guessing the reasons immediately or finding out later.
Day after day: the sunny transition from Winter to Summer, the road along the river from the city to the forest and back, proximity to nature and relatives, landscape harmony and figurative certainty - the film seems to be a clear text that does not require comments or subscriptive explanations - everything is easily read from the screen even without the voice-over of the author, designed to support Justin Leirol-Bushar, and so, quite confidently feeling in the company of Roy Dupuy, although, it must be admitted, all the actors play as if they read on paper, dry, strictly write a movie, as if they do not necessarily write about the rest of the boy, who is constantly waiting for the rest of the rest of the rest of the rest of the reticulation, who is being so restrained, who keeps his body.