The resemblance between Rachel (Clara Furey) and her real-life mom (Carole Laure, director) is striking. This movie succeeds at undertaking difficult themes and weaving them with beautifully choreographed dance scenes (reminding some scenes of Carole Laure's music videoclips). Dance, here seems to be shown as a path for healing.
The problem is that these interludes are somehow too frequent, and sometimes not very well integrated with the film. The general practice with Rachel and other young dancers is thrown in the middle of the film as if from nowhere, and drags on and on. Aside of that, the language level also bothered me. Dialogs didn't quite felt natural, and one could sense that the tension to render the French neutral (international) vs retaining some local flavour, was not handled very well.
The problem is that these interludes are somehow too frequent, and sometimes not very well integrated with the film. The general practice with Rachel and other young dancers is thrown in the middle of the film as if from nowhere, and drags on and on. Aside of that, the language level also bothered me. Dialogs didn't quite felt natural, and one could sense that the tension to render the French neutral (international) vs retaining some local flavour, was not handled very well.