Interesting faux-documentary style to reflect on death and generational ennui. The main issue I have is the character of Joachim, he's the worst. Fortunately, he's not the protagonist, but he got on my nerves... Is he meant to represent his generation? Are we really so narcissistic and naive? Adèle Haenel guides us as much as the characters. She carries a plot that really asks the audience to hold on, until she manages a beautiful monologue before a satisfying climax.
It's an interesting film to talk about, with seemingly empty scenes carrying a lot of subtext, but I still found it oddly executed.
It's an interesting film to talk about, with seemingly empty scenes carrying a lot of subtext, but I still found it oddly executed.