A strange and moving film, boosted by two superb performances from female leads (Vanessa Paradis and Helene Florent) and one young boy (Marin Gerrier). The third act reveal may not work for everyone, but the beauty of the film is that it doesn't have to. You can take it as presented by writer-director Jean-Marc Vallee, or choose to believe a slightly different explanation of events.
One of those movies where we realise how important love is to live even though, especially though, we see that people don’t know how to love. A challenging film to watch: after a second viewing I still cannot see how the Paris and Montreal parts connect. If one part is a dream, it is told with such conviction it becomes real for us. And the dreamers, right? Terrific performances; wonderfully well put together.
Really disappointed. I loved the dynamic between the two relationships, and the mother's relationship with her little boy & him with his girlfriend some of the most touching cinema I had seen. Then they ruined it with this bullshit story about one life being a metaphor for another. How insulting! A mundane mid-life crisis turns into some mystical parallel with disabled children as symbols? Nah, no way. Unforgivable.
The extremely brief shots.The older daughter’s astute observances, eg “he smells good”, to her mother, as he heads to a “meeting” with his future wife. The flight attendant line dance. The breastfeeding. The airport arrival of an all-Down’s-Syndrome flight. The performances of physical intimacy. The most beautiful gutter puddle ever. The man who passes by in the distance outside the secluded spa. The silent scream.