Filming my Martinique plural, vibrant.

In Creole, love is lanmou. Break it apart and you hear lanm ou: your soul.

In this film I wanted to talk about love, but not just any love: the kind that lasts. The love of those elderly couples who have been together for decades, who have come through the eras and their changes and withstood life's upheavals, because back then you gritted your teeth and you didn't divorce…

And I wondered what these couples could still teach us about love. And behind their intimate stories, there is also an Antillean society I want to look at: its legacies, the complex relations between men and women, the paradox of a matriarchal society.

With all these couples, I want to capture their gestures of care, modest yet moving, to film a slower time, the little nothings that say everything.

My parents would have celebrated 65 years of happy marriage had my father not left us suddenly two years ago. I realise now that I had the finest example right before my eyes. This film is also a tribute.

À part les anges is the story of a friendship between two young men in their thirties.

Tony, an insatiable dreamer and eternal optimist, works half-heartedly at his father's funeral business. Steve is calmer, more rational. He drifts from one dull temp job to the next.

Tony has a revelation when he watches Ken Loach's The Angels' Share. Like the film's heroes, he gets it into his head to steal a grand cru — only this time, of rum. He has no plan yet, but he is sure of himself and counting on Steve's support.

Steve is used to his friend's antics, but this time he flatly refuses. The return of his twin sister will force matters and pull Steve into Tony's madcap scheme: to rob not a bank… but a distillery!

Given the history of the Antilles, Tony's idea is twisted yet almost fair… Because, in the end… can you really call it theft when you steal from the one who already took everything from your ancestors?

In this wild adventure, how far will they be willing to go…?