Marthe is 60 years old, and her mind is confused. She knows it, fights back, organizes herself to better resist. Al that’s what she calls the origin of her troubles: her early Alzheimer’s.
Papers, a notebook, post-it notes, she uses everything she can to remind her of the recent important events, and that allows her to follow the thread of her life. And her life is quite rhythmic, no improvisation possible, everything is calculated.
But her past eludes her: she no longer knows what happened to her life partner. Where has her husband Adrien disappeared? Why didn’t he come back home? And why is his car featured on a photo in a magazine about car accidents?
She decides to improvise herself a detective and investigates without her relatives, her movie-loving neighbor and her beloved nephew, knowing. But that’s without counting on Al…