In the evening of their lives, old friends meet for a ritual lunch at La Closerie des Lilas.
They are the only guests.
The revolving door of the famous Montparnasse institution opens onto these triumphant-looking, white-haired males.
Jacques, Bertrand, Enzo, Louki and the others don't seem so happy to be together.
They
came out of habit, out of loyalty to their youth.
In the past, they had talent, spirit.
They made Paris laugh, sparkle at night.
They are no longer very sure of having kept their promises.
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Around the bar, conversations are struggling to start, replies float.
Over time, everything faded away.
Smiles creak like doors.
A surprise guest sows discord.
Benoît - Poelvoorde - is not welcome.
His entrance throws a chill.
He stays alone at the bar, with this way of doing too much that hides his tears.
The guests go to the table.
Arditi never stops riding on his high horse.
The outrage...
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