Yolande Moreau ‘Goes’ where Martin Provost is Headed

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I somehow missed the first mention of helmer Martin Provost and award-winning actress Yolande Moreau looking to quickly reunite after the triumphant turn in the Cesar-winning 2008 film, Séraphine. The twosome will now re-team on Où Va la Nuit (Where the Night Goes) with production set to take place after Easter in various locations, including Brussels. Arthur Dupont, Edith Scob, Laurent Capelluto, Valentijn Dhaenens and Jan Hammenecker have been added as the supporting cast. Julie Salvador (executive producer on Les herbes folles) produces.

Adapted by Provost (who switches up several items in his screen version) from Irish writer Keith Ridgway’s novel The Long Falling, this centres on the character of Rose, played by Moreau who is regularly beaten by her alcoholic husband, so she decides to escape from this hell by running him over in the car. Then she covers up her crime before leaving to go find her gay son, Thomas, in Brussels. There, she hopes to find the support she needs, but Thomas is bogged down in his own contradictions and cannot imagine that his mother could have murdered his father.

Eric Lavallée
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Eric Lavallée is the founder, CEO, editor-in-chief, film journalist, and critic at IONCINEMA.com, established in 2000. A regular at Sundance, Cannes, and Venice, Eric holds a BFA in film studies from the Mel Hoppenheim School of Cinema. In 2013, he served on the narrative competition jury at the SXSW Film Festival. He was an associate producer on Mark Jackson’s "This Teacher" (2018 LA Film Festival, 2018 BFI London). He is a Golden Globes Voter, member of the ICS (International Cinephile Society), FIPRESCI and AQCC (Association québécoise des critiques de cinéma).

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