Bloodhound

Located on the île de la Cité, in the middle of the Seine, the Paris Law Court looks like an impenetrable fortress. Like Kafka’s castle, it guards its secrets well. It is the place of power. The filmmaker, who worked there for several years as a crime reporter, is extremely familiar with its labyrinthine spaces, its practices, its ceremonies. She comes back to it now, while the Courthouse, such as she knows it, is about to disappear: its relocation is planned in 2017. So, she explores it, camera in hand, on the traces of her experience.

They sorted, washed, hung out, ironed, perfumed, folded, put away, and when they were done, they started all over again. All of them had been doing laundry for their sons in prison for years. I looked at the hollow body of the son, the full body of the mother, the gentleness and violence that passed between them.