Jeux d'été

Marie has re-opened a door, to a box she cast into before, a broken love heart, that's been shattered, torn apart, then fractured upon a treacherous, cruel shore.

Henrik had found his true love, without persuasion or an encouraging shove, a joyous summer together, feeling light as a feather, until drawn by the clouds up above.

Waffle ye might about the aesthetic of great cinema but it's the story that holds the roof on, ably assisted in equal part by great performances and incredibly genuine and believable dialogue - the aesthetic is the cherry on the cake, and this is an outstanding piece of storytelling.