A tender yet fantastical transposition of the Robinson Crusoe myth, L’Île déserte offers shelter to the fragility of those beings who pass through it. Once again, this is a mysterious film, one that at first seems to resist intelligibility, only to gradually assume a form that feels whole and intimate, as though it could be held in the palm of one’s hand. From the landscape of the Pyrenees to Robinson Crusoe Island in Chile, back to Normandy. Roger looks for a horizon, a signal in the distance, a place to sleep. Finally, Friday at home: a friendship at work.