Rose is intelligent, beautiful and generous, but she is unhappy. Hector, her husband, is drinking himself into the ground. What pain is causing this lack of communication? Did they not manage to have a child? Is business going badly? Hector and Rose are losing themselves in thousands of different activities. Each have their own – for him it’s farming or sports clubs. For her, it’s good deeds and cultural activities. Since Rose suffers terribly from lack of affection, she gives a lot to others. Then, one day, Hector dies. Hector’s friends who were already buzzing around Rose whilst Hector was alive start making clear advances. Yet Rose dreams of real love, and it is ultimately in the arms of the man to whom she paid least attention that she finds it. This is a halftone comedy, a kind of hymn to women, inspired by personal memories, surroundings and personalities that I have known. This was achieved magnificently by Fellini in Amarcord! I have had the character of Rose in my head as an idea for quite a while. A country girl married to a notable Gentleman - very pretty, sensual, pleasant, ultra-feminine, but poorly loved. She is a bit like Hector’s wife in the song by Georges Brassens.