So while on Saturday, Frederic Mermoud's Partners, which intercut a Gilbert Melki / Emmanuelle Devos policier in gray and brown with a mild case of l'amour fou in red and gold, was a film alone at the festival, just a good way to pass the time but nothing terribly special, it now seems like a cold and cynical synopsis of Eye of the Storm, Eduardo Valente's feature debut, a crime story in the same