True to its title, this show tries to capture burnout not as some big dramatic collapse but as this slow, draining exhaustion that quietly eats away at relationships and how you see yourself, and honestly it makes the characters feel really real. The pace is slow on purpose, and everyone here is flawed and full of contradictions, nobody's simple. It uses this messed up boss and employee dynamic to sneak in some pretty smart commentary on society. The story digs into toxic work culture, mental health struggles, and how money ends up running our lives whether we like it or not. And yeah, there's a love triangle thrown in too, because of course there is. This one runs ten episodes, each around 45-55 minutes. Jira's twenty eight, broke, and struggling to make it as a painter. Nothing's going right for him, his art isn't selling, he's got no steady job, and he's basically on the edge of falling apart. His best friend Ing does what she can, finding him odd jobs an...
A man and a woman are watching random video footage shot from someone's flat overlooking a canal. The footage has views of the street, the metro line running above it, buildings opposite and most prominently the Afghan refugees who have setup a make shift shelter at the two ends of the canal. Apparently the flat is of Simon, this man's lover whom he used to visit most nights. The documentary is a series of questions asked by the woman to this man Vincent watching footage asking him about his platonic gay relationship with the mysterious Simon while also looking at the refugees crisis. We never see Simon. We only hear how Vicent met him at a bar, slowly got together and would meet only at nights because they both had their personal life during the day. That's pretty much it.
Shot on digital video, the film is an improvised puzzle that not only tries to suggest what Jaurès neighbourhood in Paris is like, but also tries to conjure a picture of a love affair with someone who is not really seen, since the real Simon – whose name and life was changed for the film – never appears on screen. I am actually surprised that this weird documentary has actually won some awards. I saw someone made a comment online saying that this film is like a Poverty porn analysis by two people sitting in an AC studio. Shot from an Jaurès apartment, while also just sharing his love story with another man from whose apartment these footage were shot. And I couldn't agree more. This documentary is absolutely ridiculous. (1/10)
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