Tag Archives: French Cinema

Maîtresse (1975)


Have to say it wasn’t not an easy movie to watch in public, erm say, on a TGV. Not that the scenes are particularly shocking by today’s standards, but still. So Gérard Depardieu was actually hunky once upon a time but good-looking actors aren’t nearly enough to make up for the poor storyline. Consider it time well wasted.

Au revoir là-haut (2017)


Yet another French film I’d watched on the plane and can’t believe I would be saying this but it made me nostalgic for France. Took a leap of faith to watch it with only French subtitles and was glad it wasn’t difficult to follow — plus I’d recognized Niels Arestrup from Un prophète (2009) ! Also was that Charles de Gaulle-Étoile métro station outside l’hôtel Péricourt ? I’m partial to the cinematography and narration style, which reminded me of Wes Anderson. Brilliant, thoroughly engaging with the couple of unexpected twists at the end. One of the more memorable French films I’ve watched in recent years.

Voir du pays (2016)


So I’ve realized that I tend to watch French films when I’m on a plane leaving Paris. This one is a war film that deals with the consequences of war set against a backdrop of French soldiers undergoing a decompression program in Cyprus. Even the title (“See the world”) makes an ironic reference to what people say when they join the army. It isn’t for everyone though as it explores topics most people would rather not talk about: PTSD, French soldiers in Afghanistan, women in combat and everyday sexism. Nothing that is easy to digest nor does it make you feel good after watching but I’m glad I’d watched it.

Mon roi (2015)


Emmanuelle Bercot reminds me a lot of Isabelle Huppert, in a good actress sort of way. Found the film relatively easy to follow sans subtitles although digesting the weight of it all as the film progresses is less easy. Their arguments seem so trivial but this could have happened to anyone. Maybe us in 10 years, except that we don’t know it yet.

Regarde les hommes tomber (1994)


A very young Mathieu Kassovitz aside, there was so much argot it was hard to follow even with French subtitles. Also didn’t understand why Simon chose to kill Marx over Johnny.

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