A group of crazy friends get together in a house in the Camargue for a month during summer to prepare a television show. Their leader tries to keep everything on an even keel, despite the fractious atmosphere. It's all go: emotions run high, high enough to make our gang want to tear their hair out; unforgettably violent break-ups are followed by intense, tear-shedding get-togethers. La Bostella: "Alternating between joy and pain, rejoicing and contrition. Stay in time, keep the heartbeat normal. It's the first mimed dancedrama. Let's all dance La Bostella!"
The protagonist is tormented by no longer knowing if he’s funny or not, by the idea of becoming a laugh-machine. It’s weird to be a professional comic – as grotesque as being a professional intellectual. Humor obviously requires work, but it boils down to making a profession from a state of mind and a sense of humor, two things which will never be acquired skills. The stand-up comics who stroll onto the stage always seem to be saying, “Hey, am I gonna make you guys laugh!” I’d be terrified of that. I’ve never really bought the calculated gags, the accents, the series of funny stories. I prefer things that escape the mechanical- – everything bizarre, fragile, in short human.
Edouard Baer, director (excerpt from press kit)