Les Films du Sursaut

Lazare, a cynical, inflexible young man, mistakenly spends the evening alone at the home of Flore, a moody, no-nonsense stranger. On the program: hummus, porn and sarcasm.

Antoine, 14, skateboards through the streets of Bordeaux with his friends and his little camera. Paul, 25, spends a night in the city with his friends, rewinding the movie.

April 2022 in France. The presidential election is entering its final round and the atmosphere is tense. Solène, a waitress, drifts through the night. She takes drugs, hurts people’s feelings and increasingly loses her grip.

Paris in summer. Maxime has a revelation: Camille, the pretty cashier at the supermarket no longer interests him. The problem is, he does not know how to tell her without hurting her. The other problem is that in fact he has never dared to speak to her.

The day after she meets Quentin, Lise joins Jade, her roommate, at a farm in the countryside where a small festival of sorts is being held.

A seemingly ordinary day in the life of Quentin, a Parisian film-lover. After going to the cinema twice, he runs into a former college friend, listens to a girls' conversation in a bar, then goes and meet his best friend, has a beer, and ends up spending the evening in the Parc Montsouris, where he meets Lise.

Claude Conseil lives with her husband in a house in the middle of the woods. She spends her time listening to birds. One day, mysterious phone calls break the calm of the forest.

Antoine, a young driving instructor, feels self-conscious about his receding hairline. Desperate to keep his hair, he tries multiple treatments, which lead to unwanted side effects.

Frankeasy, an influencer-magician, arrives in Paris for the Olympic Games to shoot a sponsored story. A technical glitch deletes his QR code, cutting him off from any access. With no one to rely on, he drifts through a Paris strained by the Games.

Hascoët, Émile, Léo, and Paul are a rowdy group of teenage skateboarders. They pile into Léo’s mom’s car and drive to Barcelona, the mecca of skateboarding, for their first trip away as almost-adults. They live on vacuum-sealed tortillas, drink warm cans of Lemon Damm, and spend their days and nights at MACBA. The beach might as well not exist, and the Sagrada Família is just something they pass on the way. All that matters is skating, drifting through the city, and burning through those first fragile days of freedom. Ten years later, they try to piece it back together over a few scattered phone calls. The memories are still there, but something has shifted. What once felt infinite now comes back in fragments.