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��é��é������’s presence immediately upends Saint-Martial’s sluggish pace.

When �������� arrives, his car winds through narrow roads and past centuries-old brick buildings.

Guiraudie cleverly sprinkles these suggestions of what transpired before �������� left Saint-Martial throughout the film, tucked neatly into casual references to the past.

A strange Freudian complex wedges itself between ��������, Vincent and Martine.

The thought of �������� sleeping in his bed, close to his mother, enrages Vincent, who brings �������� into the woods to fight in the privacy of the tall trees and their blinding fall foliage.