Shaving, going off to work, getting something to eat, going to appointments. Such is life as it goes on here. Zero situations: zero drama, zero pathos, no aspersions, no beginning and no end, not even a middle, truth to tell. « Desaturated » scenes, with faded colors. With a Thomas Clerc, the author of Intérieur who willingly acknowledges being a lover of a certain Edouard Perec and of another Georges Levé, caught repeating the main character’s pale gestures and passions without passion, a dull gentleman called Pierre Georges. (NF)
Benoit Maire
