France

Bruno Dumont tells the story of a television journalist and presenter. To show us what goes on behind the scenes, the way these journalists operate, their lack of humanity, the staging, their selfishness despite the showcase they present. But also the character of Léa Seydoux, who carries the film, whom Bruno Dumont paints with her contradictions, her complexities, her changing moods. This makes the character almost endearing, not at all monolithic, which we as viewers can't judge, given the number of contradictions in her character.

The mix of professional and amateur actors works perfectly, providing a real anchor that gives density to the subject.

We can only admit that the strings are thick: the film is devoid of subtlety. This is always the case with Bruno Dumont. But the trick with the laptop resting on the joystick that plays the commentary is really a screenwriter's trick, not believable for a second. This penalizes the film as a whole.

It's worth noting that all Léa Seydoux's scenes with her husband, Benjamin Biolay, are the best in the film, whether as a couple or in a group with other people.

All in all, Bruno Dumont gets his messages and criticisms across well, while inviting reflection in which not everything is black and white.

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.

No plot, attempts at a storyline. Completely all over the place. What a waste of hours! Neither the main plot nor the plot adds up to anything. Love affair seems cringy. Husband-wife and even the filial relationship seems so fake. One story moves onto another with no relation in between as if this were the attempt of a photographer to bring together a scrapbook of images. And to be honest, even the images are not that great. So, don't waste your time.

You get the idea what they wanted to do here. To put all different aspects of television (news, reality TV, etc.) in a movie and make a bit fun of it.

But it's just too long and everything keeps on repeating itself. If this movie would be one hour shorter, it would be much better in my opinion.

Also: Lea Seydoux cries more in this movie than me at home chopping onions!

Otherwise you'll loose the chance to see how great actress Lea Seydoux is and how old France is struggling with current societal collaps. The rest are just stage props.

The director must love Lea, as both the scenario and the way he set the stage leverage her acting performance in a way I couldn't see from the time of major Hollywood tales.

Quite disapointed by the people who rated 1 star. You spent 2 hours watching someone elses' work and decided it worth just one star. This should be discused in therapy, not here.

Nothing more to say, but needed to complete this minimum number of characters.