His camo vest tells us his name and nothing more: Wilcox. Just who is this man who walks alone through anonymous landscapes? Where is he going? Is he even looking for anything? For his 12th film, Denis Côté (Ta peau si lisse) once again flouts established rules by organizing this no-dialogue film around a true mystery whose keys will not be revealed. Is it a metaphysical reverie, a meditation on solitude, a celebration of apparent freedom or an observation of existential despair? Wilcox, screened at the Locarno festival among others, embraces the idea of mystery by making it as troubling as it is captivating.