It???s a performance which can be savored in every moment, including the ones that seem minor: the early one where Trintignant reveals his despair by slackly pouring teawater on the floor, staring blankly into Jacob???s eyes; or the much later one where he???s made the momentous decision (for Jacob???s sake) to venture out, pulls open the stiff doors of his garage and eyes his dusty, undriven, but