Three brothers shut themselves off in a ramshackle house to build a time machine to resuscitate their dead mother.
As strange as it is fascinating, Blossoms develops a weird family dynamic. Three people, obsessed with the return of their mother, are unable to communicate with any other female figure. The woman, however, is the matrix, the object of desire, the vehicle of death. Like a feverish dream, Veslemes’ organic film draws us into its world. Not without humour, he explores grief through a science-fiction narrative with flashes of body horror.
