Far From Men

The schoolteacher takes another drag on his cigarette and smoke wafts throughout the house, it hits the light and clarity disappears, a figure sitting in another room is caught in a diffused glow, we can’t him make out now but we know what he looked like before, his past self passed off as his present in our short-term memory. Smoke and the dust of rubble are regular features in David Oelhoffen’s Far From Men (Loin des hommes), providing a sharp contrast from the barren Algerian landscape, a...