A funeral in a small village should be straightforward. Apparently nobody told Misericordia. It starts with a familiar mystery shape, then actually commits to it — brisk, nosy, and alert to the tiny tells: who stares too long, who lies by omission, who performs grief like it’s a role.
Jérémie (Félix Kysyl) comes back to Saint-Martial after roughly ten years away for the funeral of Jean-Pierre, the baker who once mentored him. Martine (Catherine Frot) offers him Vincent’s old room — generous, but instantly tense. Vincent (Jean-Baptiste Durand) bristles, flings accusations, and the village starts humming with rumour.
The priest (Jacques Develay) turns religion into negotiation: confession, cover, and strings attached. Best trick is how it can pivot from real unease to bedroom-farce energy without snapping the mood — even if a couple of motives stay a bit foggy. Still, it’s an enjoyably sly little pressure cooker.