Thomcat
03 d'abr. 2020
Crépeau’s work has always been resolutely urban, as the memory of L'Usure (1986) testifies with its not dissimilar narrative of a burnt-out couple rekindling the fire, all the while standing on the pavement in the middle of a bleak Montreal street. This time there’s a kind of self-conscious bracketing of this urbanity, summoning it only as a framing device at beginning and end (somewhat the revers...
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