A man dances in a wasteland. It is a damp, empty landscape of grey, sticky mud. A burst tire lies next to a large pool of water where the man has parked his cheap car. Paris tower blocks rise depressingly in the distance; this is the very edge of the city, forgotten vistas where no one bothers to visit. And yet the man dances. At … Continue reading The Wastelands Série Noire (1979)