Searching for meaning in an absurd world

I had the chance to revisit my younger self the other day when I watched François Ozon’s adaptation of Albert Camus’ classic L’Étranger . The film – titled The Stranger rather than my preferred translation, The Outsider – brought back memories of my teenage years and the existential angst of trying to find meaning in life.

I found the black-and-white film to be an excellent adaptation of the book, diverging