Geneviève has just lost her husband. As she drives back from the burial, she stops to watch an accident. A Kurdish refugee who was in the crashed truck hides himself in her car trunk. When she discovers him, she gives him food and shelter. He doesn't speak any language she can understand, and keeps asking "Inguélézi". Inguélézi is England, the place he tries to go. When she understand he asks her to get him there, she refuses... but step by step, she will do it. It is a strange, courageous movie, about two persons who had no reason to meet, who can't understand each other but who share one thing: they feel apart. No one can understand the depth of her sorrow, he also lost someone in the truck crash and lost his country, his identity. Dupeyron doesn't need words to make us understand the sorrow of Geneviève, then the way she begins to feel responsible for Kader, Kader's panic, the way he tries to get what he wants and begins to trust Geneviève. A movie few people saw... it only showed in a place in Paris, then a few through France, and maybe in some festivals. It was a financial choice, anyway it's not the kind of film which gets to the top of the box office, but I really wish more people see it.
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