This is the story of a man who did not want to be king. Nicolas Petrovitch was brought up by his mother in Brittany in the socialist tradition of the “grand soir”. When 1968 came, he contributed to the revolution both on the barricades and from his architect’s table. Life passed by pleasantly in the company of his wife and two children until one day in 1989 a telephone call announced the arrival of History and a small, strange country, Montenegro (part of Yugoslavia) into the Petrovitchs’ small French apartment. His father had died a few months earlier. It was Nicolas, now heir to the Montenegro throne to whom the communist government came for authorisation to repatriate the remains of his great grandfather, King Nicolas I, who had died while in exile in France. It was a shock ! The story of his father, kept secret, bursts into Nicolas’ life : at 45, he discovers he is heir to a throne...
Between the small port of Bar and Cetinje, the historic capital of Montenegro, a third of the country’s inhabitants crowd the roadside, perch in trees... to welcome the home-coming of their king’s remains and to discover their Prince.
Nicolas discovers the Slav emotion when people with outstretched hands ask him “What are you doing in Paris ? You belong here, take what you want, everything is yours.”
Life can never be the same again. More so as war breaks out in Yugoslavia. A man of goodwill, Nicolas throws himself into the Montenegro arena to warn against the worst, inhumanity.
A modern tale, this film invites us to follow the journey, both personal and geostrategic, where the extraordinary destiny of a man is mingled with a country’s tragedy, that of Yugoslavia [1].