Where did the dreams go? When did we stop dreaming? I watched a movie from the great director Bernardo Bertolucci, it was 1968, people, students most of all, down in the streets, screaming, hoping, fighting, dreaming..

Are we still capable of believing in something, are we still willing to share hopes and defeats with a group? Lots of questions, those that came in my mind watching this inspiring and also outrageous movie, devoid of any taboo, shame, fear..

Inside and out that house, emotions, struggles, perversion.. perversion in a morbid relationship between brother and sister, perversion in the streets, with the sounds of open fires, shrieks, death… but nevertheless desire, trust, optimism, chance.

So i cannot but wonder where are the dreamers? Where did they go?

Matthew (Michael Pitt), has come to Paris in order to study French. Though he has lived there for several months, and will stay in Paris for a year, he has made no friends already. As a huge fan of film, he spends most of his time in the cinema. He comes into a rapid friendship with a Frenchwoman, Isabelle (Eva Green), and her brother, Théo (Louis Garrel). All three have an avid love for movies, especially “the classics”. As their friendship grows, Matthew learns of the extreme intimacy shared by the siblings and gets pulled into their world. Over time he falls in love with them, and the three seclude themselves from the world, falling further and further from the reality of the 1968 student riots. An abrupt ending to this relationship comes when that world is shattered and they are compelled to face the reality of 1968 France.