Bleuets, Pâquerettes et Coquelicots
2026 · 2m
Directed by Dylan Kellogg
Genres: drama, historical, war
Tones: contemplative, melancholic, tender
At the end of the First World War, men return home, their bodies bearing the conflict's visible traces and their gazes saying what History struggles to name; the film follows one man who must find his wife again, exploring dignity and fragile beauty in the attempt to live after the unspeakable.
Picked by Margot
The scouts
Two minutes on WWI homecoming could be maudlin Oscar-bait, but Kellogg refuses the expected crescendo—there's something quietly anarchic about letting dignity live in the small, unnamed gesture instead of the grand reconciliation.
A formally precise distillation of postwar cinema's central preoccupation: the unspeakable gulf between trauma and domestic return, executed with the restraint and compositional clarity that marks films aware they're in conversation with Bresson and Ozu.
The entire film lives in the decision to let the gaze do the work—no exposition, no voiceover—which means Kellogg had to build that wordless recognition in the frame itself, and the economy of that choice at two minutes is nearly perfect.