The scene where they are taking the pieces of art from the house is just beautifully crafted. It's so beautiful the simple fact that while the experts are taking the paintings from the wall, Frédéric is turning on the fireplace, making tea, trying to keep the house alive even though Hélène is long gone, just as it will happen with her things soon enough...
The most rewarding level of this film is the most literal, I think. Though if you want it can be about, like, the loss of national identity in a global age and the sadness of conservative values being lost or, quite literally, being put in museums. Though the only way, in my opinion, to sucessfully romantizice the past is to mourn its passing it's still not the best way to view the film.
Maybe not one of the great works of 21st century art but is surely one of the great works about 20th century art. Specifically its utility + possession. Does it belong to the masses or is it intensely personal? That this is foregrounded as capital while the siblings change countries makes it distinctly Assayas, his camera roving like one of those filmed gallery spaces. Looks like a painting, feels like a novel.
It's rare to come across a film that refuses to exploit its characters for the sake of a juicier plot. The film is a very restrained and subtle study of what happens to a family when the last of the parents are gone and decisions must be made about the things that they left behind.