La bûche

Interesting look at individual family members as they approach the dreaded Christmas Holidays. Nothing is as it seems and everyone's issues have deep roots. Well lit and filmed the film is a little long and slow in places but worth a look.

I saw this film and The Royal Tenenbaums in the course of the same week. The themes were very similar (a coincidence?), but La Buche was more interesting, more believable and more enjoyable. I cared about the characters. Gene Hackman's brood were cardboard cutouts. And La Buche didn't need the Hollywood formulaic 500 milliseconds of exposed breast to earn its adult status.

Danielle Thompson has written a lot for the cinema. Some of her best efforts have been "La Reine Margot", "Le cerveau", and "Cousin, cousine", among others. Ms. Thompson, whose first directorial job this is, wanted, perhaps, to give her public a good dramatic comedy when she undertook this project. The results are somewhat pleasing.

The story centers about three sisters that are as different from one another as they are from their mother. Louba, Sonia and Milla have gone to have their own lives, but when they are reunited on December 20th, just before Christmas, they show they care for one another in more ways than we realize.

Sabina Azema, Emmanuelle Beart and Charlotte Gainsbourg play the three siblings with style. The lovely Francoise Fabian is seen as their mother. Also in the cast, Claude Rich and the director's son, Christopher Thompson.

Ms. Thompson gives us a different take on Christmas, something we don't often see on the screen.

Saw "La Buche" last night. It's somewhat dull but pleasant and well-acted throughout. I enjoy the French tendency to feature artists and philosophically inclined persons as cinematic main characters (while we Americans get cops and the pugilistically inclined), and "La Buche" rewards on that level: the characters are lovely, intelligent, articulate and well dressed.

Underneath the surface trappings, however, the movie doesn't have much to say. It's a tribute to emotional cowardice dolled up as a celebration of familial devotion - all in the guise of a Christmas movie. Which would be genuinely funny if "La Buche" were at all cynical about its own motives. As far as I could tell, it isn't. I gather that we're supposed to buy bad decision-making redeemed by absurd coincidence as evidence that true love will out in the end.

P.S. I am beyond tired of the suggestion in French films that infidelity is the one true badge of masculine identity. Didn't this idea become boring in, oh, like, 1965?

Only a French director would begin a Christmas movie with a funeral.

This film, with its American Christmas song sound-track, is difficult to describe. It requires intense concentration to remember who is married to whom, who is related to whom, who has had an affair with whom, etc. (In fact, I am glad my wife and I saw this movie on VHS--we could stop it every so often and say, "Now which husband/daughter/lover/ wife is that?")

The good news is that there is some outstanding acting by skilled French actors--Sabine Azéma, Emmanuelle Béart, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Claude Rich, and especially Françoise Fabian.

The biggest problem I had with this film--other than sorting out the various pairings-- was that not one couple had a simple, loving, faithful relationship. Surely--even in France--a family would contain two people who love each other, are married, and do not cheat.

If you accept adultery as a part of everyone's life, this movie makes sense. If you don't accept this, the plot grows tedious.

This film is worth seeing for the acting, but not worth a special effort or special trip.

P.S. Surprisingly, the director has chosen to play down the appearance of Emmanuelle Béart. In most films, she is obviously incredibly beautiful. In this ensemble film, Béart is portrayed as attractive, but no more so than the other actors. Whether this concept is a good one or a bad one will depend on your point of view.