Some call it "postcolonial skull". The others take her for a witch. Think, a psychoanalyst having practiced in Paris and who opens his office in Tunis, on the terrace of his building. The thing is talking. Selma displays a portrait of Freud on the wall. His father wonders if he is not a Muslim brother. Golshifteh Farahani rolls his eyes. There is something. She is not at the end of her pain.
Apparently, society is not ready to welcome the unconscious with open arms. The unhappy woman moves mountains. The administration puts him in the dark. An official paper is still missing. A cop searches for her head lice, which does not prevent her from pinching it for her. A patient is mistaken about the services offered. Her hairdresser tells her secrets. This changes her: usually, she is the one to whom clients tell their lives. Not easy to explore the fantasies of others under these conditions.
Manele Labidi practices a naive cinema, as we say about paintingThe heroine wonders if she shouldn't
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