Réalisation:
Sylvain ChometScénario:
Sylvain ChometPhotographie:
Antoine RochActeurs·trices:
Guillaume Gouix, Anne Le Ny, Bernadette Lafont, Hélène Vincent, Cyril Couton, Jean-Claude Dreyfus, Luis Rego, Fanny Touron, Kea Kaing (plus)VOD (3)
Résumés(1)
Paul a la trentaine, il vit dans un appartement parisien avec ses tantes, deux vieilles aristocrates qui l'ont élevé depuis ses deux ans et rêvent de le voir devenir pianiste virtuose. Sa vie se résume à une routine quotidienne, entre le grand piano du salon et le cours de danse de ses tantes où il travaille en tant qu'accompagnateur. Isolé du monde extérieur, Paul a vieilli sans jamais avoir vécu... Jusqu'au jour où il rencontre Madame Proust, sa voisine du quatrième étage. Cette femme excentrique possède la recette d'une tisane aux herbes capable, grâce à la musique, de faire ressurgir les souvenirs les plus profondément enfouis. Avec elle, Paul va découvrir son histoire et trouver la clé pour vivre enfin sa vie... (Pathé Films)
(plus)Critiques (3)
It's like a French fairy-tale fantasy set in the real world of today, which seems to follow in the footsteps of Amelie. But it doesn't have a strong storyline, just a few fairly good ideas, and here and there a character who manages to captivate with their behavior, performance, or simply with something. But overall, it's not that good.
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A beautiful, well-made French film in the vein of Amélie. Here, however, the focus is on the character of Paul and Attila Marcel. He and the beautiful shots of both the real and the dream world are mixed in such an exquisite manner that it will make you fall head over heels for the actor playing Paul. Guillaume Gouix is really great and believe me, once you learn what’s what in the film, you’ll be really looking forward to the ending. In fact, not only looking forward, but also impatiently anticipating the denouement. And you can count on it not to disappoint you in any way. This melancholically beautiful story was something I simply couldn’t pass on.
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Unfortunately, I've seen too much in my lifetime cinematically to be much taken in by a conciliatory human comedy about the clash of canned ossification and independent vibrancy within the space of a single house and a park. Moreover, in such a conciliatory form, with its timid attempts at humor that give the impression they were written during filming and the actors weren’t too enthralled. The potential for comedy was exhausted for me at "fuck le menuet"; the potential for poignant drama had been exhausted some years prior. But the opening shot is great.
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