An Impossible Love

I saw this film in London yesterday and loved it. The story takes place in France in the late 50's. It is about love that is subverted by extreme selfishness and class difference, about shifting attitudes and emotions and about reconciliation. Corsini's direction is understated, and the acting of all the leads is very convincing. The film is over two hours long and I wasn't bored for a second.

An impeccable film held together by astonishing performances and a very understated direction. I don't know if I am biased because French is my first language, but I found the film so incredibly real. Even at the lengthy runtime, I barely felt it. Corsini is at the top of their career with this film!

I was certainly gripped by the set-up. Fine performances, nicely directed and stylish portrayal of events. My issue was with the sudden and what seemed to me, convenient/unearned simplistic ending. I simply did not 'buy' the ending. I agree with another user review which suggests we are simply presented with a 'one-note villain. Are we really to believe a Mother/woman who never responds vocally to a man such as Phillipe is a reliable narrator ? Is the Mother as innocent and worthy/decent as the character suggests? It has many strengths - but ultimately, it sloppy, rushed, convenient ending frustrated me and really had me wondering what exactly the director wants us to take away from this epic tale which covers 60 years.

I came to this film with no prior knowledge of it (I didn't even realise it was going to be in French until I started watching) and so had no preconceived ideas about it. So I was pleasantly surprised to find myself hooked by the storyline from quite an early stage and captivated throughout - perhaps not the easiest of tasks for a lengthy subtitled film (my French is somewhat lacking).

Essentially a woman's account of the relationship between her parents (from their first meeting) and herself (from birth through to adulthood), the story is full of twists and frequently wrong-footed me as to just where it was going to head next, even though the progression of events was generally logical and believable.

Telling its story over the course of decades, I was glad it didn't fall into the usual trap of trying to ram the styles and fads of each period down the viewer's face. The gradual aging of the characters, always a tricky thing for filmmakers to get right, was remarkably convincing too.

Although I'd like to comment on certain specifics of the plot, which can be hard and uncompromising at times (as indeed the effects of human love can be), that would only serve to reduce this film's capacity to surprise the first-time viewer. However, Virginie Efira gives a terrific central performance as Rachel, the woman who spends her whole adult life providing love but finding precious little of it reciprocated. Yes, some might question the rather one-note tone of Rachel's behaviour throughout and the manner in which she just accepts the metaphorical kicks in the teeth without histrionics, but I think it works in this context. Some people are like that and the lack of any reactionary aggression on Rachel's part emphasises how cruelly she is treated, and also demonstrates how being passive does not necessarily always achieve the best outcomes.

Sometimes I think it is only France that is producing one incredible film after another. I have a list of the great films that I have seen from this country ( the ones that I believe will last and be returned to as great works of art ) and this joins them. I watched it late at night and I could not sleep such was the impact. To tell its story is to do it a disservice. It is the story of a life, and the people in that life; it questions and it probes, and it shows how far we all are from knowing those who affect us during this short span of living that we have. Many philosophical questions are asked, and the scene at the end of the film between Virginie Efira and Jehnny Beth is so precise, so clear that my head was spinning with its truth and sometimes dreadful clarity. Society and us as individuals are pitilessly drawn into question, but all this would mean nothing without the direction of Catherine Corsini and the group of actors she has brought togethet. Efira is superb, and Jehnny Beth has a fierce force in her acting that I found overwhelming. I have admired Niels Schneider for quite a while, but here he surpasses himself. I am a poet myself, and one fine writer said about one of my poems that it was above criticism. So is this film. Like that elusive thing that we call truth it shifts and it changes, and perhaps truth in its essence is beyond us all, both in its certitude and its horror and its beauty. ' Un Amour Impossible ' cuts into the heart and the brain like a scalpel.