"A rather mundane fantasy. The French can't have ever seen a Play for Today.
Towards the end of her life, Hilary Clinton marries a wizened Charlie Drake, has a couple of strokes and he kills her. It's really only what you'd expect.
However, there are some heartbreaking sequences of a ravenous pigeon as it pecks away at parquet for its sustenance. Who'd have thought that pine would be a foodstuff of the birds?
But perhaps this well-fed fellow was a wood pigeon?"