Ma Mère
(2004)
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Ma Mère
(2004)
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| Isabelle Huppert | ... |
Hélène, the Mother
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| Louis Garrel | ... |
Pierre, the Son
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| Emma de Caunes | ... |
Hansi
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Joana Preiss | ... |
Réa
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Jean-Baptiste Montagut | ... |
Loulou
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Dominique Reymond | ... |
Marthe
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| Olivier Rabourdin | ... |
Robert
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Philippe Duclos | ... |
The Father
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Pascal Tokatlian | ... |
Klaus
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Théo Hakola | ... |
Ian
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| Nuno Lopes | ... |
The Doctor
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Patrick Fanik | ... |
Eric
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Susi Egetenmeier | ... |
Woman in dunes
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| Sylvia Johnson | ... |
Woman of couple
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Pierre, a youth, comes from his grandmother's in France to stay with his parents in the Canary Islands. His father talks oddly about his lost youth and leaves abruptly for France. Mom promises to take Pierre to a nightclub, remarking that people will think he's her lover. He prays. His father dies in France, and his mother wants him to empty his father's office; Pierre finds it full of pornography. His mother takes him in tow into a night world without morality, a world of sexual exploitation, exhibitionism, and wildness. What will Pierre make of this, and what, ultimately, will he make of his mother? Written by <jhailey@hotmail.com>
I can enjoy sexy French movies as much as the next person. But this movie is simply gross, to the point of being almost comical. Its furthest excesses rival in bawdiness the kinds of high jinks you'd expect to see in a Farrelly Brothers movie, but without the jokes. Quite the opposite, this film is pretty dark. It could have been a brooding, beautifully shot, and deeply literary meditation on the tangled emotions, Freudian and otherwise, that run through families. Especially considering Isabelle Huppert, who I'd think I could enjoy watching do almost anything, maybe even eat a live horse or perform an emergency tracheotomy, her beauty and her abilities being so complex, limitless and profound. But I did have trouble watching her do the things she does here -- where the artfulness present in other parts of the movie is left behind and only absurdity remains. Perhaps I'm just a prude.