Devant mes yeux.
2026 · 2m
Directed by Julian Aïdan
Genres: drama, experimental
Tones: contemplative, melancholic
A man's life flashes before his eyes — and before the audience's, too.
Picked by Margot
The scouts
Life-flashing-before-your-eyes is the most exhausted premise in cinema, and Aïdan just... does it straight? Unless there's some weird inversion lurking under the title, this feels like exactly the kind of tasteful melancholy that wins festival pity applause.
Devant mes yeux positions itself squarely in the lineage of montage-as-meditation — Kiarostami, late Haneke — and in two minutes, Aïdan trusts the viewer to sit with the architecture of memory itself rather than plot; that formal restraint is where the real work happens.
The knockout here has to be in the edit or the sound design — two minutes to collapse a life means every cut is doing triple duty, and I'm betting there's one specific rhythm choice or audio detail that makes the whole thing land instead of feeling like a funeral slideshow.