Mégane Brügger

What remains of a mother after years of domestic violence? What remains of her body, her dignity and her strength? Surely words, memory and a few dance steps that can still be passed down.

For one evening, Aurore will have to confront the boy she once loved and admired, to confess what is on her heart and learn to respect herself.

At night, in an old kitchen somewhere in the countryside, four young women work on and recite a text for a casting to each other. The roles seem to mix. After a while, some of them disappear to make room for older men who talk, act and leave. Then, the deafening ring of a meat tenderizer against flesh. And it all starts again.

What remains of a mother after years of domestic violence? What remains of her body, her dignity and her strength? Surely words, memory and a few dance steps that can still be passed down.

For one evening, Aurore will have to confront the boy she once loved and admired, to confess what is on her heart and learn to respect herself.

For one evening, Aurore will have to confront the boy she once loved and admired, to confess what is on her heart and learn to respect herself.

At night, in an old kitchen somewhere in the countryside, four young women work on and recite a text for a casting to each other. The roles seem to mix. After a while, some of them disappear to make room for older men who talk, act and leave. Then, the deafening ring of a meat tenderizer against flesh. And it all starts again.