Juste la fin du monde

Louis hasn't been home to his family for twelve years. This Sunday, it's the "return of the prodigal son". His mother, his brother Antoine, his sister Suzanne, his sister-in-law Catherine, all await him with a certain feverishness. But Louis returns to announce something serious. Will his absence, the things left unsaid, the frustrations and resentments leave him the space to say?

With "Juste la fin du monde", Jean-Luc Lagarce allows us to question our relationship with the family. Haven't we all built ourselves through imitation or opposition? Louis chose to leave twelve years ago. Almost without giving any news. Why did he leave? How did his family cope with his absence? But Lagarce also asks us about our relationship with love, about the strange paradox of hatred/passion that unites us with our family members. Do the unspoken, the bitter feelings, the desire to touch the other with a hurtful remark... not give rise to what is known as "confusion of tongues"? An inability to understand each other? Is this what we can call Love?