Jacques Moncomble

It's a film in several chapters, like several breaths coming throught distant times. Close and secret figures speak or retain their words. Disjointed spaces try to be linked by one emotion, the strength of the living and the absent. The emotion that allows us to dream of a past full of future and a future strengthened by the past.

A woman's waiting for a man who will never return, another one boxing proudly the vacuum, a singer without orchestra, a conductor lonely. Lonely characters united by a fable, a naked young man lost in the woods, chasing or fleeing something.