France

Promising premise, terrible execution. It feels like there was never a script, just some nice locations where someone said "Hey! This would look good! Let's shoot here! We'll figure out where it fits later. Or not."

Unlike its trailer/loglines, this film widely misses the mark as a skewering of image-centered "journalists", infotainment and the like, areas so ripe for the satire which is so badly needed in today's media-centric world. What a missed opportunity!

Fortunately the actor Blanche Gardin can improv or at least deliver some lines well; otherwise.... Also, did they fire the editor? Loooooooooong shots that were really, really unnecessary, contributing nothing but boredom. In fact, it starts to be risible. The relentless pathway eventually seems so ludicrous, one can only start laughing at the incongruities.

I suggest watching with a shot of spirits; every time France cries, take a shot. You'll be drunk in about 10 minutes-- which is not even a good excuse for watching this -- and comatose by the end. And you'll be missing nothing. Shame because Lea Seydoux has been rather good in many good films; who knows what happened here: bad choice? Coercion?

Recap: No script or at least nothing to say, bad editing, scenes that are long and drawn-out for no reason, and even a couple of actors who have all the personaity and intrigue of a plastic spoon (i'll name no names). Make it a definite miss; catch The French Dispatch (or indeed, anything else) instead.

Léa Seydoux gives an admirable performance, demonstrating the range we know she's capable of and has shown elsewhere. No matter what a scene requires of her, she carries it with great ease, and I don't think there's much arguing that her acting here represents the chief value of 'France.' Beyond this, filmmaker Bruno Dumont illustrates keen direction in orchestrating shots and scenes, and I also appreciate David Chambille's cinematography. I also like Christophe's original music, compositions that are fetching in and of themselves, and which are shrewd and witty in how they're employed here. All this is to say nothing of outstanding filming locations, superb production design, lovely costume design, hair, and makeup, and a fine supporting cast. In the proverbial nuts and bolts of the movie, this is really very well done.

It's Dumont's screenplay that I'm struggling with. There's a bounty of strong ideas all throughout the picture, a variety of notions that could have easily been more discretely focused upon to grand success. At various points we're treated to the meaningless word salad of talking heads on television; the absurdity of celebrity, and the pressures of fame; the ego-fluffing and idol worship that might consume personal assistants; the extremely wry, dry inanity of the calculated construction of news reports and programs; the dehumanization of public figures, in that they are not expected or possibly not allowed to show earnest human emotion; the short attention span and fickle favor of public consciousness; the abject horrors of capitalism, and the profoundly upside-down savior complex that the rich and powerful may have; the human frailties and personal problems that even the most publicly visible or celebrated people might bear; and more. Personally I'm inclined to think the latter thread is the best one 'France' can claim, but they're all worthy in their own right. The problem is that the title tries to do it all. In varying measures, and at different times, Dumont touches upon all these notions, and attempts to mix them all together. In theory I suppose the screenplay could have found success, but in practice, here, I think the execution is wildly uneven and imbalanced: I don't think any of the suggested facets receive all due treatment, the storytelling subsequently comes off as scattered, and the swirl of comedy and drama that is intended instead feels like difficulty in finding the right tone, or in figuring out exactly what 'France' should have or needed to be.

As if to emphasize the point, when a significant story beat arrives at around the seventy-five minute mark with character Charles, it truly seems like Dumont couldn't make up his mind as to whether it should have been romantic, underhandedly funny, or heavily dramatic. He tries to make it be all three of these things, but instead it feels like nothing at all. The same goes for shots that isolate the protagonist and zoom in on her, which could be used for dramatic effect or to cheeky, satirical ends; here, they just feel empty. Even more serious story beats to follow outright flounder with the weak treatment they're given. For all the skill Seydoux possesses, and exhibits here, the mishmash of a framework she has to work with means that some of the acting extracted from her in this instance rings hollow in a manner beyond the scope of what the feature cannot achieve and project with any more than partial success. Moreover, as if the many ideas in the writing weren't already treated unevenly, they're presented in a fashion that increasingly feels altogether haphazard, or possibly unfinished before filming commenced. Given that some of the ideas here broach very serious subject matter of one type or another, and that some other moments are plainly frivolous - well, I'll be honest, this happens to be the first of Dumont's works that I've seen. Were I to judge him based purely on this, I can't say I'd be inclined to explore anything else he's made.

Once more: in many regards this is well made, and in the very least, Seydoux is definitely the shining star of 'France.' Among the qualities it can boast, I simply don't think Dumont's screenplay is one of them. There was boundless potential, and so many good thoughts, but far, far too little of it was arranged in a shape that lets any of it take hold, or count for much of anything. I think what really needed to happen here was for Dumont to have at least one other pair of eyes corroborate on the writing, at least for the sake of tightening the whole, trimming excess, and finding a more cohesive, centered path forward for the story. I don't dislike this picture; I don't think it's any more than half the picture it could have been. When all is said and done it's hard for me to particularly recommend this, even for those who are huge fans of Seydoux or someone else involved. I won't recommend against it, but there are many, many other titles one could be watching instead, and many that approach all the included concepts more thoughtfully. There are worse ways to spend 130 minutes than watching 'France,' yet the problem is that with the finished product being such as it is, there are also certainly far better ways to spend one's time, too, and ultimately I wonder if I'm not being too generous in my assessment.

"Such faux-naivety shows Dumont's tricksy proclivity to go against the grain for characterization, he distances France from a realistic, complex character, then magnifies her every banal emotion beat from her easily processed headspace to the extreme of absurdity. France has no tact in fending off life's caprices, her guilt (after injuring an immigrant delivery man), her rage (a romance with a fellow resident in an expensive sanitarium turning out to be a hoax), her grief (a road tragedy shot in disturbingly long and slo-mo details), never reach far to get audience's sympathy. France de Meurs might be read as a symbol of France the country, all glossy and haute-couture-y, but troubled by the immigrant crisis, deluded by the deceptive wooing parties and dreading disaster can be detonated at any minute and much more."

read my full review on my blog: Cinema Omnivore, thanks.

Some people appear to be comparing this (favourably) to Network, which is a bit puzzling. It's not a bad film by any means, but there's a reason that Network is remembered as a classic after 45 years - which I doubt will be the case here.

However, Seydoux is radiant here, and clearly having fun with her own (real life) fame and image in her portrayal of the "celebrity journalist" France. Her apartment is glorious as are (initially) most aspects of her life - which of course starts to fall apart shortly into the action.

Tonally, though, I was often confused by this... for example the opening scene seems to be being played for laughs but appears mainly just embarrassing. Later on, some *really* tragic things happen to her - but is this simply for dramatic effect rather than some kind of karma? I really wasn't sure. Certainly little seemed comedic in the normal sense, although those familiar with Dumont fare such as "Slack Bay" will probably be ready for "not normal" approaches. He seems much more restrained here.

Worth a look, but I doubt I'll be rewatching.

France de Meurs (Léa Seydoux) is a famous TV news host and she's a celebrity. She skillfully stages her warzone interviews and always puts herself in the middle. She juggles her busy professional life with her family life. She's at fault in a minor car accident and she starts spiraling.

The movie meanders along too long. It's not only the over two hours running time. The story keeps going and going. When the accident happens, I figured the story would pivot around that. I even thought that the family would scam her and make it an even bigger media circus. It seems to be making Baptiste as the brooding teenager ready to make her life miserable. Then those characters fade away. The affair at the retreat is an extra thing that extends the story. At some point, I want the movie to end. It overstays its welcome and I get antsy in the seat. I do like her staging of her interviews. Her accident could be poetic justice if the accident was staged. That's why it's a better central issue.