Margot Alexandre

Simultaneously, a retired couple overwhelmed by debt tries to win a dance contest, as the minister of economy is suspected of tax evasion, and a teenage girl encounters a sexual maniac, while a young lawyer attempts to climb the social ladder. When the shoe drops, the winner won’t necessarily be the one we expected.

Supposedly dead that very morning in the pool from a "broken heart" while swimming the butterfly stroke, a strangely rejuvenated mother visits her daughter. In another time, further south, a village priest believes he sees a wall of his church shedding tears that form a face... Miracles? It's a matter of perspective, and even of hearing, suggests director Samuel Achache cheerfully. Certainly, a birth and a romantic encounter, two events that will also be discussed here, can be described as miraculous. But what about when a phenomenon that defies the laws of nature actually occurs?

Varec, being unstable condemned to community service, meets the whimsical Clint whom he introduces to the joys of forced labor. Not far from there, Jo struggles amidst the French administration’s waiting music. With an air of disco-punk choir, three anti-heroes have doubts about the concept of work.

Paul doesn't know how to say no. He goes from job to job, from man's arm to man's arm, without knowing what tomorrow will bring. This Wednesday, he has to look after his eight-year-old son, whom he did not raise and whom he had with Assa, a surgeon older than himself.

"I wish you an excellent first day of the rest of your magical life, where everything will be magic, enchantment and malice. Well, normally there’s a choreography, but right now, I don’t really want to do it for you." Once upon a time, there was an employee named Wanda who had just started working in an amusement park.

French short film

Adam Vollmann is 40 years old; he is a journalist for the web editorial staff of a major national daily newspaper. One morning, the portrait of Axel Challe, designated as the main suspect in the murder of a young girl, in Guerches-sur-Isoire, appears on the television screen in front of him. When he insisted to his editor-in-chief to go straight away to report there, he explained to him that he was from there, that he grew up there. What he doesn't say is that he knows Axel Challe well: he was his friend. Even more, Axel Challe was the demigod of his childhood.