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A cavernous tapestry of fin-de-siècle Paris, Roger la Honte unspools like absinthe vapor over cobblestones: young Julien, bearing the ignominious surname ‘la Honte’, discovers that the ink blot on his lineage is less a stain than a blood-spattered map. His father, Roger—believed executed for treason—has in fact vanished into the penal shadows of New Caledonia, leaving a cicatrice of shame across three generations. Julien, a fledgling barrister with the pallor of someone who has read too many yellow-back novels, swears to cauterize the family name with truth. His investigation drags him through gaslit boudoirs where courtesans quote Baudelaire between sips of ethered champagne, into the marbled corridors of the Sûreté where dossiers bloom like black peonies, and finally onto a plague ship anchored off Marseilles where Roger—now a husk of salt-meat and obsidian eyes—whispers a confession that detonates every certainty. The narrative fractures into prismatic viewpoints: the mother who married the family executioner, the sister whose dowry was devoured by legal locusts, the fiancée who keeps a revolver in her reticule. Each reel of celluloid is soaked in sulfuric irony; every dissolve feels like a guillotine blade hesitating above the neck of hope. By the time the final iris closes on a deserted courtroom whose echoes carry both absolution and annihilation, the film has transmuted its own title into a question mark scorched onto the retina: who, precisely, is the ‘honte’—the condemned man, the society that devours him, or the audience that pays to watch?
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