On one side, Jacques, aka Cowboy, a lone wolf hurt by the disappearance of his wife. On the other, René, the “Brian Gosselin” of the neighborhood, ready to shoot (at) anything that moves.
Failing to be united under the same roof, the two men are on the same framework, as required by their profession as roofers, practiced in Lac-Saint-Jean. Not to mention the family ties that unite them, as brothers-in-law.
From the top of their roofs to be repaired, at the wheel of their construction guy’s van, just as behind the scenes of their company, they do not hesitate to stick their noses anywhere – in shady business, or between the thighs of their customers. And here we are, following the adventures of these two rough-hewn men, inviting themselves with their big boots full of mud into clean social bubbles that are not theirs.
Certainly, it’s swearing, it’s drinking big gulps of beer, it’s intimidating and it’s getting rammed all the time, but it’s all presented by means of a frankly comic narration, banking heavily on the politically incorrect, thanks with turns of phrase and salient replies skillfully imagined by the tandem of authors.
And it’s been a while – certainly since the hilarious Roman river, by Philibert Humm – that we had never laughed so heartily in front of blackened pages (here, in two tones). Conclusion: it is not because a dish is fatty that it lacks finesse.
Two-tone black
Quebec America
232 pages