Sophia Antipolis opens in faux-documentary fashion: a fixed camera focuses on a young woman as she consults precociously with a plastic surgeon about breast implants. The woman (or girl) eventually concedes to the surgeon’s reluctance to operate on someone so young, but not before trying out various prosthetic implants, squeezing them inside her bra and nodding in considered approval. A series of interview-style consultations proceed, and we hear the doctor resist yet another young woman’s request for surgery, elucidating the ethical issues of the procedure. We then observe as this same doctor demarcates lines along the woman’s naked torso, as if zoning an area of land for construction. Despite his claims to medical ethics, he willingly offers up his personal preference, “as a man,” for operations performed around the areola, as it leaves less visible scarring. Precisely as the surgeon prepares to make his first incision into the woman’s nipple, Vernier cuts away from the cut, and we are braced by the reality that we are beginning a fiction that feels all too real.

In a world where beauty myths reign supreme, and such ideals are purchasable, human bodies become the victims of their own reimagining. The sight of lean, young bodies finds refraction in the images of bodies burned. One man speaks candidly of the third-degree burns he suffered from a work injury (let us reflect for a moment on the cost to life, physical and psychological, that is expended for industry) and the camera sets upon his damaged skin the same gaze it sets upon the taught skin of the female patient, awaiting its own surgical damage. The burning of people and the environment is evoked continually by the presence of a too-bright, bleaching sun; this same sun punctures the film’s midpoint, rising in real time as a woman’s voice-over foretells of a series of human and natural disasters, narrating a disfigured world not far removed from our own.

In this forsaken city, people bereft of meaningful connection engage in strange acts of forged community. In one such scene, a cult leader performs hypnosis on a man before a congregation, coaxing his body into an unyielding rigidity and then placing it in various contrived positions like a life-sized doll. In another, a self-proclaimed militia duct tape their new recruit to the ceiling of an apartment, the camera moving past the scene’s comedy to land in close-up on the man’s viciously perspiring face. Individuals already sacrificed at the altar of capitalism are sacrificed again through the absurd rituals performed by bereaved and fallacious communities. In these moments, Sophia Antipolis moves into its most nuanced critique of our current sociopolitical landscape. In the face of mounting violence, environmental degradation, and insurmountable, private loneliness, Vernier examines the search for cohesion—political, social, spiritual, and corporeal—as a deeply human endeavor.