Paris-Brest

I saw it like a personal story. Remembering my grandmother love , her encouragement to write, the years after her rest. The film gives a simple story, maybe a revenge one. A young man. His grand mother. His old mistake. His parents. And his return as clash against a radical different reality builded by his childish/ stupid mistake. A film about options, past, people and a gesture results. And, sure, about cold forms of cruelty/ cynism.