The house referenced in the title is an old building, whose past splendour is recognisable despite the apparent lack of upkeep. This enormous house, in the middle of the forest, was a health cure site that Casanova and Voltaire apparently visited in their time. The spring was blocked and Nestlé, which was using it, closed the house. Today, an ageing man lives there, on the margins of society. But this is not only the residence of one man: there is a whole little community that occupies it, following the rhythm of the seasons, devising perpetual renovation projects or improvising a piano recital in a workshop… Mali Arun is not interested in tracing the description of the premises and how they work, things to which she nonetheless attaches great importance and captures in fragments without revealing their entirety. What she observes is the philosophy that unfolds in this outstanding place. A free and timeless philosophy that seems to have found its home, a living philosophy that has built itself up without an established order, a vibrant philosophy that the filmmaker captures with her unique approach and her presence that delicately slides through these premises.