L'heure d'été (2008)

User Rating:

6.9/10   

Director:

Olivier Assayas

Writer:

Olivier Assayas (writer)

Release Date:

5 March 2008 (France)

Genre:

Drama | Family

Plot:

Two brothers and a sister witness the disappearance of their childhood memories when they must relinquish the family belongings to ensure their deceased mother's succession. |

Plot Keywords:

Memory | Art Museum | Telephone | Birthday | Vase

Awards:

1 nomination

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Cast

Juliette Binoche	...	Adrienne
Charles Berling	...	Frédéric
Jérémie Renier	...	Jérémie
Edith Scob	...	Hélène
Dominique Reymond	...	Lisa
Valérie Bonneton	...	Angela
Isabelle Sadoyan	...	Éloïse
Kyle Eastwood	...	James
Alice de Lencquesaing	...	Sylvie
Emile Berling	...	Pierre
Jean-Baptiste Malartre	...	Michel Waldemar
Gilles Arbona	...	Maître Lambert
Eric Elmosnino	...	Le commissaire de police
Marc Voinchet	...	Présentateur radio
Sara Martins	...	Atachée de presse

Also Known As:

Summer Hours (International: English title) (USA) (festival title)
Printemps passé (France) (working title)
Souvenirs du Valois (France) (working title)

Runtime:

103 min

Country:

France

Language:

French | English

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.85 : 1

Sound Mix:

Dolby Digital

Certification:

UK:12A | Netherlands:AL | Ireland:12A | Sweden:7 | Australia:M | Argentina:Atp | South Korea:12 | Portugal:M/12 | Japan:PG-12

Company:

MK2 Productions

Goofs:

Continuity: At the start of the movie, we see Helena smoking. First, the cigarette is in her left hand, the next shot it is gone, and then it reappears in her right hand.

Quotes:

Éloïse: He said to choose anything. l couldn't take advantage. l took something ordinary. What would l do with something valuable?

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In the natural continuation of his "Les Destinées sentimentales", Assayas returns from the corporate aspect of the modern world to that basic unit of society, the family. And the result is a quietly breath-taking humane drama. Every shot, glide, (un)said line, worried look... are so perfect that you almost can't comment on them. This film draws such a gentle line between general ups and downs of life, it's incredible. Hope and despair, past and future, art and commodity, all those things weave the persons we are and the existence we endure. The past must live inside our hearts, not on some shelves in a museum. What is the point of nostalgia then? The answer is in the film's magical progression from sadness to optimism.

Our destiny is modern, not sentimental.