What looks like a crime thriller turns out to be a tender portrait of the quiet desperations of middle age. Philippe Noiret Is fantastic as an everyman whose relationship with his estranged son has become so distanced that he barely seems to know the younger man any longer. When the son is accused of murder and seems unrepentant, Noiret’s only remaining option is to stand in solidarity; a final, imperfect but genuine act of love. Shot with gorgeous grain and grit and acted with both uncanny naturalness and genuine rage, this is an unassuming masterpiece.