Christine, a young woman forced by the wheelchair with multiple sclerosis. Resigned to his status as a firm ', participates in a pilgrimage to Lourdes, hoping to regain some' confidence in life. Always smiling, looking for conversation with the handsome young volunteers of the organization, clings all'espressivit the face, the only body part that can move. Spiritual participation to the tour sick in body and mind, all part of a micro world accustomed to solitude and slipped individualism. Quanor vacation days are about to end, the miracle happens: Christine slowly, regained sensitivity in the fingers, then arms and legs up to their feet to the ground and begin to walk. Healing sudden surprises everyone and inaugurates cruel envy among peers. Meanwhile, Christine is enjoying the little moment of happiness, still uncertain about his precarious future.
Christine will do well by all. sweet, funny and curious, but also sensitive and reserved, laconic, as if his physical block he had also stolen the words. Seems not expect anything from anybody, pray much less than the other fellow travelers can enjoy life in despair. Outburst of anxiety that consumes only takes place before God in the confessional, where he pleads guilty of envy normal people '.
But what does it mean to be normal? Casualit rely on a miracle? The search for happiness and integration through the sbidder, ever. The Church dithers, he paints simplistic answers, unwittingly hilarious. Blame the sinful soul and away from the thought. The secular counterpart (the volunteers of the Order of Malta) seems to have stopped believing in miracles a long time, cos you let go and jokes that make fun of Madonna, or accusing glances and puzzled that would create serious difficulties to the sermons of the priest . The normality for them, only a mirror reflecting itself: all are regular and eccentric at the same time. The strength of the doubt overwhelms desecrating Lourdes, the place of hope par excellence, transforming it into a corner of alienating world where the illusion of improvement, spiritual and physical, is sold at the price of garish souvenir statuettes, and mysticism is offered at breakfast, along with hot coffee.
The minimalist style of the director highlights the paradox of sacralit, focusing on the secular aspects. Forit touches and tones popular environments, homage skepticism Kaurismki and subtle irony of French Jacques Tati. Each stage corresponds to a fixed frame (between the most beautiful, the opening sequence of the silent and apathetic preparing the dining room), every action carefully inserted in a harmony of shapes and colors that plays on contrast and opposition. The narrative process is built on the cos sequence of small sequences that move to the rhythm of a swing forever. Christine goes on, regained the use of his legs, touching the happiness (fall in love, dancing and singing as a teenager) but then comes back a little 'back, he fell again nell'assurdit of everyday life, trapped like everyone else in a condition of doubt and continue flying order.
