Une mère parfaite

Convinced of her daughter's innocence in a homicide, a devoted mother soon uncovers unsettling truths as the line between victim and perpetrator blurs.

With so many State Televisions, and Governmental agencies it must be good. Wrong. The point is to spend the money, not to produce something. The acting is in line with a State production: the young woman is drunk, is in love, and she is going to have sex with the man, so she is kissing him like she is about to break up with him. Oh, the passion! A murder suspect. So she can walk around calling, because the Parisian police is a joke. The one phone call is made on the phone on which there is evidence of the murder. And she is talking in the street away from the cops. What is important has been already said by the ”father”: tell them all you say, damn your right to be silent, love your guardians, love Big Brother. In the country where they made it law a civilian can't record thugs with guns, or risk long years of prison, here is the story with the woman who is recording her talk with the police so mom and dad can listen in. 9 minutes in and they lay it thick: at 2 o'clock there is a plane. Ha-ha. Of course it is. Only you have to get tested for Covid. That's a few hours. Only you have to pass the ever increasing security checks. That's a few hours extra. Only the number of planes crossing Europe has decreased faster than the number of travelers, hence there are fewer available seats. The mother reaches the Police station. She goes to the first woman at a desk. The woman is talking on the phone. The mother addresses her directly. And, like in any decent propaganda, the woman is smiling and helpful, unlike the real life case when she is going to shout something along the lines ”can't you see I am working?” But of course, it makes perfect sense. The not so talented mother is the partner of a former president, famous not for acting, but for throwing tantrums in public places ”Do you know who I am?”.