This example of modern French cinema, in my opinion, is a concise, expressive picture with a clear, consistent presentation, without surreal and psychedelic digressions and dramatic bends. A simple story that everyone is free to believe or not to believe.
The plot revolves around a woman who plots revenge for the murder of her son. And although it is so clear from the annotation to the film that the heroine will have a giant psychological work on herself, it is difficult and interesting to watch this process at the same time.
The pain of a mother who lost her child and the torment of conscience of his killer cannot be expressed in words, because there are not so many of them in the film. Just a bunch of emotions, sometimes bursting out in screams, flight, violence, petty destruction. One common grief, the concentration of which is very dense and which causes ambiguous feelings.
The viewer, along with his mother, step by step changes his attitude to the killer of his son, this, at first glance, aggressive, uncontrollable, dangerous type, in fact turned out to be a driven beast, which, like many like him, was simply not killed in childhood, no matter how banal it may sound.
Darren Musele, whoever he is, has done a great job. The character created by him involuntarily evokes sympathy, I want to learn more about his past.
Karin Viar is also convincing in the role of a confused mother who held on to the last, but unwittingly succumbed to her natural instinct.
Through the development of the plot and acting work, the film as a whole allows the viewer to draw their own conclusions, up to the final scene, accepting or rejecting the message embedded in it.