Xibalba

1932, Aéropostale slowly fades away. In Venezuela as elsewhere, the lines are closing one after the other, despite the audacity of the last pilots... Eddie, The American and André, with scarred faces, scour the bars, telling each other their stories countries and their missing companions: two hotheads, two friends. Fly? the only thing they know how to do and, probably, their last reason for living. What to do then when a distinguished ethnologist then has two twins taciturn, seek the services of an aviator? Take off again, to look down upon the foliage, to fly over the green rivers; and to hear the name of a magical land, lost in the depths of the jungle, which the Indians call Xibalba. Carried by a clear, modern and embodied line, modulated by a Bright two-tone, this great story speaks of friendship and the memory of beings dear. Fed by Chaland as much as Howard Hawks, Simon Roussin confirms his book after delivering his immense talent as a storyteller; he delves here into the psyche of his characters to make the intimate drama blaze and carry us away with brilliance in a strange and dizzying adventure.