Canada, suburb of Montreal. In the middle of the night, a young herald of the "Maple Spring" intrudes on his parents' house and falls from a balcony. On a tightrope between derision and tragedy, Dimanche napalm chronicles the convalescence of this now mute spokesman. From the collective to the intimate and back... What if silence were the most implacable of indictments?
Young Montreal author Sébastien David tells us that Dimanche napalm was born in 2012 from the shock of two images. On the one hand, the sad anniversary of The Napalm Girl, an emblematic photograph of the Vietnam War. On the other, a snapshot of Quebec youth on the move. Between these two pieces of history, an abyss? The realization that we live in a society spared from war but which can no longer identify its struggles? In order to investigate, Sébastien David plunged his pen into the heart of the shattered intimacy of a suburban family. In the eye of the storm, a son immobilized after what looks like a suicide attempt. Stubborn silence. Around him, an obsessive circle of people takes shape, including the mother, the sister, the father, the girlfriend, the grandmother... Why is this happening? When will this merry-go-round stop? The questions soon give way to confessions. Faults, hopes and renunciations... Each one reveals his or her truth and becomes both agent and victim of an implacable social and intimate determinism. In a chronology where comedy emerges in flashes, each day has a name. There is Sunday silence, Monday ghost, Tuesday "shit", Wednesday nightmare, Thursday confession... but also change, sustainable development, stayin'alive.... Hope? 46 days punctuate this immobile journey to the vanishing point of an improbable "poutine Sunday", a symbol of sharing around a famous Quebec dish. The ironic image of a bygone world... to be revolutionized.