3 reviews
This film, unfortunately is just another one of those sentimental and kitchy 'French' family dramas, bourgeois of course. With a camera that can't keep still for a second, that always has to follow one or the other person uttering platitudes over platitudes trying to inject 'energy' into a very very dead script. Not to mention the myriads of 'stories' told here - stories that are faster dropped and forgotten as one can count to two. There is absolutely no substance and sugar-coating will not make the cake taste any better.
And before anyone starts pondering why the hell this film acts and looks like a commercial, here's the spill: it is a commercial. The 'work' was commissioned by Paris' Musee d'Orsay! Why a state-owned and tax-financed museum finds it has to go into the movie business doesn't even deserve a discussion - it's a bad joke. The bureaucrats in this museum - as one can see in this film - seem so utterly bored they think movie glamor is going to help them.
A very sad tale indeed.
And before anyone starts pondering why the hell this film acts and looks like a commercial, here's the spill: it is a commercial. The 'work' was commissioned by Paris' Musee d'Orsay! Why a state-owned and tax-financed museum finds it has to go into the movie business doesn't even deserve a discussion - it's a bad joke. The bureaucrats in this museum - as one can see in this film - seem so utterly bored they think movie glamor is going to help them.
A very sad tale indeed.
All of the reviews that I read raved about the great beauty of this film. I'm not sure which drugs they were on. By far, of all the French films I have ever seen, and I have seen many, this was the most tedious, uninviting piece of dullard dross I have ever seen.
Firstly, the woman this entire pointless venture revolves around, does nil, nothing to endear us to her in the first 20 minutes or so of the film. She's a self-absorbed, ungrateful, miserable and unappealing 'aged' woman who decides that she'll wallow in her misery when there's no one around to keep her entertained. (A 'supposed' illicit love story, which may have put some spark into this crap never really revealed itself into more than a couple of sentences.) Yawn.
So when the film moves on after her death, I had high hopes. Perhaps the thing was going to show some real character... perhaps the children she has left behind will actually show some personality, some vivacity, some drama, some individuality, ANYTHING!!!!!! Nope, dull, boring, sanitised people with dull, boring sanitised lives all meandering around sobbing over sticks of furniture and ugly art and furniture that appeals as much as cheap tinker market junk; visiting it in the museum after it saves them 'death taxes' and bemoaning the loss of 'their' house, now sold.
To top this carnage of anything even remotely interesting off, the house sold, these same morons allow the grandchildren, now in their bored, abberant, dope-smoking teens, the most boring type of teens available to mankind, to have a 'last' party in a house which no longer belongs to them, so that their little rave party may leave some kind of parting message, possibly just hundreds and hundreds of discarded beer cans, condoms and rubbish for some poor new owner to clean up. Wow. And all with a parting shot of some of the worst overacting by a teen I would never remember as an actor in a million years.
Biggest waste or money, time and my brain power in my life. Nothing here touched me in the slightest. The music was terrible, when they bothered, the characters so sanitised of anything that might make them personable that I am almost witless with boredom by this stage and the only thing which might have given this dross some interest, the beautiful exterior of the old house and gardens, we ended up seeing for about 10 seconds.
Don't waste your time unless you have trouble sleeping.
Firstly, the woman this entire pointless venture revolves around, does nil, nothing to endear us to her in the first 20 minutes or so of the film. She's a self-absorbed, ungrateful, miserable and unappealing 'aged' woman who decides that she'll wallow in her misery when there's no one around to keep her entertained. (A 'supposed' illicit love story, which may have put some spark into this crap never really revealed itself into more than a couple of sentences.) Yawn.
So when the film moves on after her death, I had high hopes. Perhaps the thing was going to show some real character... perhaps the children she has left behind will actually show some personality, some vivacity, some drama, some individuality, ANYTHING!!!!!! Nope, dull, boring, sanitised people with dull, boring sanitised lives all meandering around sobbing over sticks of furniture and ugly art and furniture that appeals as much as cheap tinker market junk; visiting it in the museum after it saves them 'death taxes' and bemoaning the loss of 'their' house, now sold.
To top this carnage of anything even remotely interesting off, the house sold, these same morons allow the grandchildren, now in their bored, abberant, dope-smoking teens, the most boring type of teens available to mankind, to have a 'last' party in a house which no longer belongs to them, so that their little rave party may leave some kind of parting message, possibly just hundreds and hundreds of discarded beer cans, condoms and rubbish for some poor new owner to clean up. Wow. And all with a parting shot of some of the worst overacting by a teen I would never remember as an actor in a million years.
Biggest waste or money, time and my brain power in my life. Nothing here touched me in the slightest. The music was terrible, when they bothered, the characters so sanitised of anything that might make them personable that I am almost witless with boredom by this stage and the only thing which might have given this dross some interest, the beautiful exterior of the old house and gardens, we ended up seeing for about 10 seconds.
Don't waste your time unless you have trouble sleeping.
- eyeintrees
- May 5, 2016
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