french movie about a teenage boy who is obsessed with the idea of blowing himself up in a magnificent explosion, not for political or suicidal reasons, but purely for the spectacle. the movie is so wispy and ephemeral, framing the characters and their thoughts and feelings wholly neutrally and candidly, making no attempt to judge or explain, only to observe. the movie opens with a building collapsing spontaneously and the protagonist pondering the difference between dying and ending. beautiful themes of what it means to be perceived and understood, and the nature of ceasing to be.
I would like
the explosion and what it leaves behind to be so incredible
that people will go...
"Thank you so much, whoever did this."