
Tres bon Clement. I like the naturialistic, full of details, sometimes histrionic, sometimes bizarre (Perier in his alcoholic crisis with the therapic glasses in his back, pesimistic, approach to Zola. At the end, the naif and sexy detail of little Nana adorning her dirty neck with a lace, announces another dimension, not sad, but evil and brilliant and ยฟwhy not?, legitime.