A French film made in 1947 and set in 1933. Innocence lost, I suppose. No doubt the postwar audiences needed a distraction from the unpleasant present (and immediate past). But the atmosphere of this is stifling to me. Whether it's the constant buzz of the summer cicadas, the parched vegetation, or the cramped sitting room, it's an easy leap from stale sameness to sexual tension between cousins. Pleasantly dull.
The film provides a slightly unusual and interesting insight into the differences in stuffy British culture in the 20th C vs. France (cf. also Italian cinema). A coming-of-age film / family drama, it has a mix of romantic nostalgia (family traditions, the house, the landscape, the Roman tower), adolescent and middle-aged frustration, and somehow a little optimism, from the children mainly.
A piece of bourgeois status-quo filmmaking. I see influences from Proust and Chekov. A film this short, though, with this many characters, can't be about the characters. So what's it about? I can only assume but it feels like a lot of self-biography. I spot themes of nostalgia, memory and of the hardships of adult life. Nothing groundbreaking, that is.
Seemingly straightforward but there's a real subtlety in its depiction of transition and gender relations, not least in how Juliette has to manage the projections and expectations marked by her ascent into "womanhood". Jacques' adolescent confusion exposes his capacity for violence, both sublimated and actual. The 1930s setting also suggests a dark subtext of looming chaos and confusion behind the veil of nostalgia.
Leenhardt may have influenced Andre Bazin and the Nouvelle Vague movement, but his only non-documentary film is a letdown. Known as a writer who values realism, the film instead edges into solipsism, with characters ruminating on the end of days and incipient adulthood without much drive in the laconic plot. Very traditional, with little of the edginess that even pervades the work of Eric Rohmer, a disciple.
A film about family, holiday time, and love, this is one of those wonderful experiences that doesn't seem to be saying anything, while at the same time saying so much about humanity and life. Few of the relationships depicted are straightforward, and some moments could seem unsavoury without the air of youthful innocence, but it's easy to warm to every main character while they interact and create strong memories.
This is a well made, perfectly watcheable film, with fairly delicate approach to the children characters. Adult and children are separated but the nature of their thought/actions while the intents are surprisingly similar. All in all, this is a bunch of little stories ted together by a place. Because they only play together without strong ties, the message is a bit confused, without much to take home at the end.
Beautiful and nostalgic summer film. Rare gem in the immediate after-war french cinema. End of summer, end of an era (got to sell the house), end of a family, plus a moving becoming of age story. This film inspired a lot the french new wave even before it existed. So many great second roles here.
Adults plan to sell a memorial property of the family. Children rebel. Cooperation between them through dancing, sailing, planting, fire damping, family portrait shooting beats fear for tomorrow and resolves into optimistic nostalgia. Guitry, Renoir and Truffaut all in one.
Coming of age, playful and nostalgic film about time passing by, places, persons and memories that haunt our lives but in the end it's the life itself that makes you grow. Witty dialogues, vivid characters, joie de vivre but in right dosage. A masterpiece no doubt.
A dream, an illusion, ? perhaps. Clever trick of timing using an otherwise dull family photo. Childhood adventures , passionate love , betrayal-redemption, the inevitable rise and fall of wealth.....oh yes and a tip on how to make a gift to a new generation, that wont cost you a bean. Sobering advice at the very end to say the least.