There is something so incredibly heartwarming about this genre of film, yet it leaves you with such a specific ache. It’s the kind of cinema that feels less like watching a movie and more like eavesdropping on a memory.
The chemistry between François and Serge is the soul of the film for me. Honestly, they should have ended up together. I can’t get over François’s eyes—they are the definition of a "yearner." Every time he looks at Serge, you can practically feel the weight of everything he’s wishing for but can’t quite say. It’s beautiful, frustrating, and perfect all at once.
There is something so incredibly heartwarming about this genre of film, yet it leaves you with such a specific ache. It’s the kind of cinema that feels less like watching a movie and more like eavesdropping on a memory.
The chemistry between François and Serge is the soul of the film for me. Honestly, they should have ended up together. I can’t get over François’s eyes—they are the definition of a "yearner." Every time he looks at Serge, you can practically feel the weight of everything he’s wishing for but can’t quite say. It’s beautiful, frustrating, and perfect all at once.
