From the window of a silent house, a passing train takes us aboard on a journey into the suburbs. The melancholic sweetness of childhood in Courbevoie, Vincennes or Sarcelles fades then fragments with the outbreak of war. Thereafter came the overcrowded suburban trains, overly small windows in overly big housing estates, the mediocrity of the pavilions and the social division that cut Paris off from its inner suburbs. The naturalist images are superimposed on a cutting text from which no character emerges, where the excesses of the night mingle with the wearying routines of the day. Pialat announces his singular and acerbic tone by depicting a vitriolic topography of the Paris suburbs. VB
SCREENING
KATORZA
SAT 16 > 6pm
