Le goût des choses simples

The scouts

Two minutes of a guy vibing in the Alps—it's the anti-premise, the kind of thing that makes you wonder if restraint itself is the provocation, and honestly, it's either profound or it's nothing, which is exactly why I'm suspicious it might actually be something.

Tissier's formal discipline here—distilling hedonism into its quietest frame, each moment weighted like a Tarkovsky study—situates itself in a deliberate tradition of contemplative cinema that knows exactly what it's refusing to say.

There's a single choice buried in this that makes it work: the decision to let the *absence* of conflict carry the whole thing, trusting the audience to find the texture in what could've been nothing, and that restraint is the craft move.