La ville est tranquille

I guess Robert Guidiguian loves his wife Ariane Ascaride because he photographs her so lovingly but he sure likes to make her suffer. In the only film I can recall off the top of my head in which she had both a husband, child and stable family relationship (the superb Marie-Jo and her 2 loves) she was unable to settle for this and had to take a lover. Normally, as here, she is unhappy in her relationship - assuming she has one and is not a single mother. Here she is really up against it; married to a waste of space who hasn't worked since Ludivine Sagnier made a movie with her clothes on, working herself all night at the fish market, caring for her teenage single mother and junkey with it daughter and getting insults for her pains, and finally turning tricks herself to pay for the monkey on her daughter's back. Against all the odds this is actually a Joy to watch because Ascaride is so luminescent and just one smile can light up Marseilles. As usual the director is flogging his pet hobby-horse and by now he really COULD train a pig to encapsulate it via the refrain Nobody Knows The Truffles I've Seen. For all that he does manage a light touch and most of the vignettes come off thanks to his repertory company of first-rate actors. As long as this cat keeps on churnin em out I'll keep getting it up at the box-office and you can't say fairer than that. 8/10

An excellent movie about real life. Desperate life stories mixed with some uplifting details. Moving and real. You shouldn't watch it, tough, if you're in a bit of a depressive mood because the uplifting moments are rather far in between. The hopelessness of heroin drug-addiction is shown very powerfully. Maybe a tick too hopeless, though... Still, even though I wasn't in the best of moods when I watched it, I did enjoy the experience quite a lot.

"The Town is Quiet" is a plaintive and somber look at the lives of several ordinary people who by choice or by chance find extraordinary solutions to their ordinary problems. Set in Marseilles, this typically fatalistic French flick weaves an austere story around loosely interconnected characters including a taxi driver, a fish packer, a bar owner, a drug addicted mother, etc. as it takes on issues from drugs to politics to assassination...etc. sans the tinsel and sensationalism of the usual Hollywood fare. Not likely to have broad appeal, this 2+ hour long subtitled film will be most appreciated by realists with a taste for French cinema. (B)

A superb film dealing with some of the sensitive issues in France today. I would recommend this to anyone who has a rose tinted view of la belle vie en France as it does not pull any punches when dealing with social issues faced by many - not just in France but in much of the western world.

I watched this film in it's native French language so I may have missed some of the nuances but nonetheless it had the power to affect me and make me quite painfully aware of the issues shown.

Having visited the beautiful tourist side of Marseilles this film, and seen it as a back drop to this drama, the film presented a side I haven't seen before but could relate to through the careful placing of landmarks. It's a pity that we don't see films like this on British TV too often or at a watchable hour!

This is a production not so much of the French film industry as the Marseille `film co-operative' headed by Robert Guédiguian (`Marius et Jeanette', `A la place du cour'). The same group have been making low-budget films on the theme of working class life for 20 years, and on the evidence of this one they are just getting better. What distinguishes their films is not so much the left –wing viewpoint mixed with obscure French philosophy (sorry M. Foucault) both of which are present, but an interesting combination of super-realist, almost documentary presentation and a decidedly melodramatic storyline.

In this film Ariane Ascaride plays a woman in her late thirties, old before her time, who is the sole support of her family (hubby has been out of work for three years). She toils by night in the fish markets, but this is not enough. Her 16 year old daughter, Fiona (Julie-Marie Parmentier) has already both a baby and a serious heroin addiction. After finding her daughter doing oral sex for money in the living room of their tiny flat, Michèle goes on the game herself, with no great success, although she does enlist the rather dopey Paul (Jean-Pierre Darroussin), a docker turned taxi-diver, as a regular customer. She turns to an old acquaintance, Gérard (Gérard Meylan), to supply her with heroin for Fiona. Meanwhile, Viviane (Christine Brucher), a drama teacher from a more refined neighbourhood, becomes involved with Abderramane, (Alexandre Ogou) a young black ex-con she had met while teaching a group of prisioners. Needless to say, things do not go smoothly. The storylines are topped and tailed by the quest of a Armenian immigrant boy for a decent piano to match his precocious talent.

The film is beautifully crafted; the various stories are brought together in a powerful and shocking conclusion. The scenes between mother and daughter are painful to watch, but justifiably so. Their situation is really not much to do with politics and Foucault, after all drugs plague the middle class as well, but Michèle has only her daughter. Pitched against the personal tragedy there is the plight of the workers as a whole; cast out of employment by mechanisation on the docks they are driven into the arms of the neo-fascists, to whom, of course, they are mere cannon–fodder. But the political viewpoint of the film is suggestive rather than strident, more a background to the personal dramas than the main theme, which what happens to personal relationships when put under unbearable pressure.

Despite the drama and tragedy, there is some subtle humour in the film. Where a flashback sequence is required at one point the director uses a clip from a movie made by him 20 years ago which happens to feature the same actors. There is the bumbling but kind-hearted cabbie, his retired left-wing parents and Michèle's husband to provide some amusement also. The look and feel of Marseille is conveyed beautifully; this reviewer last visited the place 25 years ago and got the distinct feeling that the tatty but colourful town of those days is now distinctly uglier and a great deal more dangerous. Guédiguian, however, has not given up on the place and he and his troupe continue to tell compelling stories of Marseille life.