Tag Archives: French Cinema

Irréversible (2002)

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Bit of east Paris cameo there with a scene in the 7bis métro line (Buttes Chaumont to Pré Saint-Gervais) but I’m pretty sure this is not what people look for when they want to watch a French film set in Paris. You’ve got Zazie dans le métro (1960) and Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain (2001) for that. Not a film for the faint-hearted either since not everyone could stomach the New French Extremity genre. It’s definitely one of the most intense and brutal films I’ve watched in recent years, progressing from dark destructive vengeance to the relative calm of bliss and happiness but unfortunately, as the narrative is in reverse chronological order, it ends up being bittersweet instead. The only consolation: le temps détruit tout indeed.

8 femmes (2002)

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Other than the fact that I cringe every time someone breaks into song, it’s definitely one hell of a very photogenic mid-century murder mystery thriller, all melodramatic and whimsical.

The Science of Sleep (2006)

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Have to admit that this is a cheatster French film as a lot of the dialogue is in (French-accented) English. It’s whimsical and surrealist, all in all, so very Gondry in a good way. I still don’t get Charlotte Gainsbourg but the other characters i.e. everyone from the calendar printing company especially Alain Chabat more than made up for her lacklustre performance. Bonus point: The film was partly filmed in my current neighborhood in Paris !

Valley of Love (2015)

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My first French film of 2016 also marks my first Gérard Depardieu film, and I can’t stop staring at his bulbous nose. Not sure where this film is going half the time, if it is going anywhere at all, and a word of warning to those who aren’t too big on Depardieu (myself included): He’s mostly sweaty and pretty much naked (save for a pair of dignity-saving boxer shorts) in the film.

Playtime (1967)

Playtime for Tati … M.Hulot hunts for Giffard in an office of Mondrian geometry
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Yet another French film that’s set in Paris, this time without much of a plot and in a grayscale, futuristic Paris with boxy buildings (and cubicles) but Jacques Tati takes it up to another level with playful, highly visual humor reserved for those who are observant. Most times, the dialogue, if any, is intentionally reduced to a background buzz so I suppose it’s not a bad film for those learning French and trying to immerse themselves in a bit of French cinema. *cough*