I am glad to chat up anything Quebec right now, as the integrity of that province is on such magnificent display these days. (Although I have always felt that Quebec is the best part of Canada. Right now they have just taken that to another level).
In any case, I very belatedly took multiple advices last night and watched Café de Flore, Jean-Marc Vallée’s latest, starring Vanessa Paradis. It is very good. It did not surprise me that it was made in La Belle Province, where, also not surprisingly, much of this country’s truly great cinema originates.
I thought I would make my Legendary comment on this film in the form of remembrances. After all, Quebec’s motto is “je me souviens”. Here then, are the things I remembered today about the film, without trying:
- the first time you see the little hand grasp the back of the drivers seat, just for like ten frames or something
- the use of extremely brief shots, in general
- the boldness of opening with an extremely brief shot
- the older daughter’s astute observances, particularly “he smells good” to her mother as her father heads to a “meeting” (where his future wife is waiting)
- the “flight attendant” line dance
- the breastfeeding
- the airport arrival of what seems to have been an all-Down’s-Syndrome flight
- the fantastic performances of physical intimacy, of all sorts, from all performers
- the most beautiful gutter puddle ever
- the man who briefly passes by in the distance outside the window of the seemingly secluded spa
- the silent scream
The film opened in Australia and Russia last month, and the UK this month, and for those of you who still have the opportunity to see it in the theatre, I would say that yes, it is a big screener.
PS In addition to making Quebec seem, impossibly, cooler to me, this film has similarly enhanced my already high opinion of Johnny Depp.
Still not convinced? The soundtrack includes Stars of the Lid. Point finale.