Blood of the virgin

Seymour, 27, a Jew of Iraqi origin, is an editor in the film industry. Hollywood in the 1970s. B-movies, trailers… it’s just simple performer within the Revery studios. However, Seymour dreams of becoming a filmmaker, and hopes that he will soon be able to realize his first project, Blood of the virgin, a werewolf movie that he had almost finished writing. When he was finally offered to produce it, the budget allocated is minimal, he is refused management and he finds himself very quickly completely dispossessed of it. Seymour crosses at the same time a crisis in his relationship, weakened since the birth of his son. Everything seems escape him as he clings on. Seymour operates in a system that grinds individuals, makes them crazy or disillusioned. In a world where appearances become identities and truths advance under the mask of the unsaid, he has not no choice but to go in search of himself and the woman who shares his life. This captivating and profound story about the disenchantment of dreams Hollywood is enriched with geographical and temporal digressions, changes of point of view and nervous and cinematic editing. Nothing is left to chance in this story which bears witness to a country and a industry in full mutation and which rightly addresses themes such as than parenthood, sex, uprooting or the Holocaust. Until his In conclusion, Sammy Harkham brilliantly succeeds in immersing us in the daily life of his characters, whose sensitivity and imperfection immediately provoke attachment.