Serge Richard

Serge Richard pops up in Miséricorde (2024), and honestly, this film isn’t pulling any punches. Set in this moody, rain-soaked town where secrets just kind of ooze out of the walls, Richard’s character is smack dab in the middle of a mess that’s part crime, part emotional train wreck. There’s a murder (because of course there is), but it’s not just about the whodunit. The story digs into guilt, redemption, and the kind of forgiveness that nobody really wants to give. You can practically taste the tension—every character’s got something to hide, and trust? Yeah, that’s in short supply around here. Richard’s performance is raw, not afraid to get ugly with it when the script goes dark. He’s stumbling through grief and rage, trying to make sense of a loss that’s like this open wound. The scenes are gritty, sometimes almost uncomfortably close-up, so you’re right there with him—breathing heavy, making bad decisions, lying to himself. As the story unravels, you’re dragged through alleys, confession booths, and some seriously tense confrontations, all leading up to a climax that’s more about emotional fallout than neat resolutions. Miséricorde isn’t just a crime flick—it’s a gut-punch about regret and the messiness of moving on. Richard brings this bruised humanity to the role, making you root for him even when he’s at his worst. Whether he finds peace or just digs himself deeper, you can’t look away.