During an autopsy, a tough Lyon detective suddenly faints — not from blood, but from desire. What begins as a murder case soon becomes an intimate dissection of guilt, attraction, and the limits of control.
Something like that has never happened to him before. During an autopsy, hardened Lyon cop Rico suddenly faints — a first in his long career. His latest case involves the brutal murder of a gay medical professor, but there’s more to his collapse than blood and evidence. The new pathologist, Emmanuel, is young, sharp, and disarmingly attractive. Rico, who thought he knew every dark alley of his city, begins to realize there are still hidden corners inside himself he’s never dared to explore.
As they work together to track a serial killer, the tension between them grows — a mix of professional obsession, desire, and something dangerously intimate. But when emotions blur with suspicion, both men find themselves caught in a storm where love and violence look disturbingly alike. In this moody, psychological French thriller, truth is dissected not only on the autopsy table but deep within the characters themselves.
“Autopsy” — the film’s original French title — isn’t just about post-mortem work. Split into two parts, “auto” and “psy,” it literally suggests a kind of self-psychology. That small linguistic clue helps explain the ending: what’s being examined isn’t only a corpse, but the fractured mind of a man torn between duty, desire, and denial.
