Charlotte, a freelance writer, invites her recently widowed mother, Catherine, to live in her apartment, and the ensuing clutter becomes a source of irritation and strife. When Catherine decides to revitalize her career as a piano teacher, the claustrophobia reaches new and absurd levels.
To celebrate International Women’s Day, we’re exclusively showing a gem from one of our favorites, Chantal Akerman. A neurotic screwball comedy, it smartly animates Akerman’s themes of loneliness, mother-daughter relations, creativity and claustrophobia with spry inspiration from Hollywood classics.
Playing and having fun make you feel good, and I love Chantal so much I regularly fear I may explode. Or just these: these warm happy tears. She really was the very best. Obviously you need to have a sufficiently nuanced appreciation of worthwhile pleasures. Here's hoping. This one really plays on that Renoir thing: the coextension of private and public space. So great to revisit this. Thank you, MUBI!
Seems like Akerman's attempt at post-MELO Resnais, and one of her least effective films of the '90s, especially after the devastating "CAPTIVE," and a far drop from the charming, incisive comedy of NIGHT AND DAY. Still worth watching for her fans, but no comfort for those of us who hold TOUT UN NUIT dear and hope for a second coming, however modest....
Sylvie Testud and Aurore Clement are both quite charming throughout Akerman's comedic attempt but the film falls flat. The whimsy and comedy come off as forced at best and often quite puerile. Well crafted technically but the scripting sinks this one.
Unconvinced that there's sufficient material here to sustain interest over 110 minutes. Despite Mubi's by-line, this is a tale of the perils of moving home as much as cohabitation between pianistic mother and author daughter. Charlotte, fit a staircase handrail and switch to de-caff!
a magically oddball study of communication. charmingly theatrical, funny, depressing in a way. Akerman never fails to amaze me when it comes to capturing the offbeat relation between bodies, objects and space. always so special.
An Akerman full of imagination, fantasy, light and sunny, but also quite limited. It all looks like a play which is suppose to be funny but is not. You see the effort, the good words, the actors, you see that artificiality Akerman brought on purpose but there is very little behind all that. Maybe just have fun together : a film to be made, not to be shown. Sometimes a great line but all together a disappointment.