La turbulence des fluides

This is not a 'great' film from Quebec but I find it worth my time. At places it was uneven, but the storyline and the characters portrayed in the film are interesting enough to hold my attention throughout.

Acting by actress Pascale Bussières was a bit constraint at times but she was fairly convincing as a scientist with a troubled past. The opening of the film showed her working in Tokyo but this portion of the plot is later on proved to be totally unnecessary and irrelevant to the story.

The film has other shortcoming too. But if you keep in mind this is a low-budget art film, you will still get quite a bit of enjoyment out of it.

When I saw the trailer of the movie and read the synopsis, I thought "Wow! This is going to be such a great movie!", but let me tell you I did not get what I was expecting.

The movie is a never-ending circle: at each time there is a new element, it ends up just like the other one before "because it's a movie about the resemblance of love and the tides, the sea" (as Manon Briand said herself in French when I saw her). It was a falsely profound movie, falling into total esotericism.

There were some funny parts, but the movie was not a comedy. The scenery was nice and the quality of the images was good too. The actors were good, but they were playing characters for whom I was unable to develop any kind of sympathy.

I believe this movie will be appreciated by many (and I was already proven that), but I think it's only OK to watch but not great at all.

[Actually, Luc Besson did about nothing in the movie. It was only his studio that helped a bit at realizing the film.]

In the warm and humorous Quebecois film, Chaos and Desire, shown at last year's Vancouver Film Festival, Alice Bradley, played by the lovely Pascale Bussieres, is a seismologist working in Japan studying the factors that can predict earthquakes. When the tides mysteriously stop flowing on the St. Lawrence River in her hometown of Baie Comeau, she returns to investigate and comes up against the bizarre behavior of local residents. In one instance, a little Chinese girl (Ji-Yan Séguin) sleepwalks every night at the exact same time. In others, a woman chops down every tree in her front yard, and the phone number of a fire-fighting pilot named Marc Vandal (Jean-Nicolas Verreault) has been ripped out of every phone book in town.

Running from a troubled past and consumed by loneliness, Alice must now deal not only with the problem of the tides but with a growing involvement with Vandal and the not so subtle advances of her journalist friend Catherine (Julie Gayet). When Alice uncovers the film's central mystery, the presumed drowning of Vandal's wife, the investigation turns away from science to the world of spirit and achieves a resolution of surprising power.

When I saw this was a movie produced by Luc Besson, I was reluctant to see it, because his choices are obviously not mine. But the topics and the Canadian location made me see it anyway. And, for the first time, a Besson production (through his company Europa Corp.) is a movie worth seeing! Amazing! Of course, you can't go without the obsessive Asian sub-plot Besson seems to put in all the movies he produced (is it in the writer's contract to add it???), but the slow pace of action and the ethereal music takes you in quite an interesting universe.

A good surprise, then, that I don't recommend to fans of other Besson productions (Watch out: No martial arts and no poor dialogs in this movie!!!).

Well, I probably anticipated something more with this one. Or perhaps something else. Coming from Roger Frappier, producer of Maelstrom, and director Manon Briand (of Cosmos fame), I expected something more along the lines of Denis Villineuve or Andre Turpin. In other words, something New-Wavey, fresh, and arty. You do get something visually lavish, containing some great humour, and a nicely understated performed from Pascal Bussieres. However, you also get some trite sentimentality, poorly constructed religious iconography, and the overall feeling of something poppy and mainstream. There's nothing wrong with that, and I'm sure that this film will do very well with domestic audiences (I'm speaking of Quebec, primarily). But it hardly makes for the challenging, satisfying artistic experience of "Maelstrom" and "Un Crabe dans la Tete." Maybe I'm expecting too much. Or something it was never intended to be.