His friends and family travel to Limoges for the funeral. Most leave after the ceremony. A few stay in the big house overnight and leave in the morning. Under the surface, passions flame, emotions claw and scratch, old wounds open, new ones are inflicted. The air is thick with lust, loathing and intrigue.
Wit is barbed, love is masked by grief and betrayal.
The spectre of drugs, Aids and death is ever present. The ideal of a united family mocks the reality of a manipulative old man's play things, as the promiscuous excitement of homosexual infatuation contrasts with a running war between former lovers. Patrice Chereau made La Reine Margot, an historical drama of sublime brilliance. The subtlety he brings to the creation of this multi-layered ensemble matches the intimacy of the camerawork. There are no introductions, few clues as to who fits where in the jigsaw of the artist's life.