Laïka

This story unfolds in an ordinary suburb, on the outskirts of urban and human life. From the window of his apartment where he lives with Pierre, the unlikely Jesus Christ observes the comings and goings of a migrant homeless man who has set up his quarters in the parking lot of the next door supermarket, the old woman who lives next door, another person with a confused mind, and the local prostitute who burns tires to keep warm. And this poor Christ, who turns out not to be a god but a man made of "flesh, blood and words", gazes from afar from his small paradise-studio, powerless, at this world reduced to 1000 square meters of asphalt.