Cloistered in his apartment, Loïc scans the square through the scope of his .22 Long Rifle. When France was deconfined in May 2020, Loïc was afraid—of the virus, of the vaccine, of others. A year later, he still hasn’t come out. Spying on life in the neighborhood, he broods over his distress and curses his former theater friends. Fortunately, the writing of his play, Les aventures de Clic et Cloque, helps him to channel his anxieties. Until when?
A solitary, hallucinatory huis clos, Jour encore, nuit à nouveau is a psychological thriller with insidious suspense, in which a certain contemporary France takes shape: paranoid, abandoned, uninformed, exasperated, without any reference points.
This third part of the Chroniques de la place carrée, which evokes both Taxi Driver and a manic version of Rear Window, continues Tristan Saule’s dark enterprise, halfway between The Wire and the Rougon-Macquart.
