Cannes: First-time director Julien Gaspar-Oliveri's feature about the uneasy reconnection of a father and son lands with crushing force. Up close, the vast expanse of the human skin resembles an unknown landscape, maybe similar to the lunar terrain, with craters and elevations in the form of minuscule blemishes, hairs, and cutaneous eruptions. It’s fitting then, that a movie about physical touch — both desired and non-consensual — and about how the body stores trauma without an expiration date,