A little girl has been raped and murdered, her ravaged body discovered in an open field just outside a provincial city. This assignment falls into the lap of unlikely protagonist Pharaon de Winter, a detective who shoulders the suffering of the world so obsessively that his sensitive thoughtfulness borders on incompetence.
Pharaon is first seen as a solitary figure stumbling through landscapes of empty space set against a stark, overcast sky, en route to the crime scene. The slow, paralyzing mood of Bruno Dumont's L'Humanité is vividly established by these melancholy opening shots.
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