The dialogue is sparse, the silences are heavy, and the soundtrack consists largely of the drip-drip-drip of melting ice and a haunting, off-key accordion. The film’s climax, involving a frozen corpse, a bottle of expired Chartreuse, and a monologue about a lost dog named "Pascal," has become legendary in underground film circles.
Was this the precursor to the chillwave or "sad boi" bedroom pop that exploded in the 2010s? Probably. But unlike modern lo-fi hip-hop (which feels functional, designed for studying), La Fonte Des Neiges demands you do nothing but stare at the ceiling. La Fonte Des Neiges -2009- Ok.ru