One Fine Morning

There are challenges that your life has had presented, large hurdles that have left you less contented, after becoming a young widow, there's just you and a young kiddo, and now your fathers progressively, getting more demented. But those close all lend a hand and give support, as your father's moved around from port to port, an old friend becomes much more, becoming someone you adore, though he's married, and you're not sure if he'll abort.

The perpetually magnifique Léa Seydoux plays Sandra, as she juggles a child, an aging father and a new lover, in a tale that might hit home if you have connections in part or in whole with her plight, but ultimately is a pretty ordinary affair or variation on often encountered themes.

"Sandra" (Léa Seydoux) is at a crossroads in her life. Her ageing, academic, father (the scene-dominating Pascal Greggory) has been diagnosed with a neuro-degenerative disease that is pretty much robbing him of his quality of life. He is an acclaimed philosopher who finds his increasing lack of ability to think and to remember exasperating. Meantime, she also reconnects with her old friend "Clément" (Melvil Poupaud). He delights in being called a cosmo-chemist (he studies meteoric dust using a rather impressive mass spectrometer). It's clear from the outset that these two have the hots for each other and, despite the fact that he is married with a young son, they embark of quite a lively affair. She is juggling her affection for him while struggling to find an adequate facility for her father; he is having a crisis of conscience as he falls more deeply in love but has his own family to consider. That's about the height of it. Even with the underlying - and rather depressing - analysis of the care provision for her elderly and increasingly failing father adding some gravitas to the film, the story itself is all a rather lacklustre drama centred around two people who are actually quite selfish. They both have responsibilities and as you'd expect, as their relationship develops, these become predictable millstones that we can anticipate all too readily. It has aspects of a soap to it, and though both leads are easy on the eye, I don't think either really have enough here to allow their characters to develop nor to really engage with an audience that has seen this sort of narrative unfold many, many, times before. It looks good - the filming and performances from the younger children are very natural, but at the end I was wondering what was different here. It will work fine on the television, but I doubt I will remember much about it in a fortnight.

Beautifully written and directed french drama about the possibility or impossibility of love in different relations, for a lover, a child, a father.

I loved the bitter sweet story, explored here with tenderness, lightness, humour and melancholy, reminding me of the best achievements of french cinema by Sautet or Lelouch in the 60s and 70s. Chemistry between Seydoux, who I never found acting more subtle and intense, and Poupaud with great sensitivity, works ideally. Pascal Greggory, one of the greatest french actors of his generation, gives a very touching performance as a father desperately fighting for his dignity against a mind threatening lethal disease, I also loved the natural performance of the little girl playing Seydoux' daughter.

There's hope in the end and we all know again what it's worth living for! Strongly recommended.

I want to describe this film as getting a big hug from the most important person in your life, the one you haven't seen in a long time. There's such warmth mixed with longing. This film is a series of ebbs and flows. Happy and sad - all wrapped up in a beautiful package. You peek into Sandra's life, go on walks around Paris with her, watch her worry about the state of her dad, and let her find solace in the arms of a married man. Emotions live in every frame of this film. Every moment plays with no judgment. Sandra is you or me or anyone, and she's living her life in the best way that she can.

While this may not appeal to many people's tastes, I believe it's a film that can bring out a familiar memory out of everyone: the double-edged sword of caring for the people we love.

My Impressions:

Léa Seydoux's outstandingly natural acting and Melvil Poupaud's intimate chemistry with her character made "One Fine Morning" feel meaningful, relatable, and special.

This French movie captured a lot of life's simple moments. I suggest watching it with subtitles, if you don't speak the language.

Smart pacing made the story run smoothly from one scene to the next. Together, each sequence built upon the themes that came before it and stirred deep emotions, like a favourite piece of music is known to do.

Sandra was a widow and took care of her daughter as well as her mentally challenged father, who had a neurodegenerative disease called Benson Syndrome. She was drawn to a single dad named Clément, whom she used to know back in the day.

Tender love, earnest longing, and the need to balance those with their own personal lives - and the people already in them - defined Clément and Sandra's character arcs in this quintessentially French film.

A classic continental style graced the romance and desire angles in "One Fine Morning". These were elegantly counterbalanced by themes relating to family, hope, confusion, frustration, and loss.

The movie was not slow, rather carefully paced. In fact, "Un Beau Matin" ("One Fine Morning") was a great example of what real filmmaking is all about. It dignified its characters by properly portraying their humanity and telling their stories in no uncertain terms.

Hair-makeup and costume design were great. Art direction and set decoration were good. Editing and sound effects were notable. Music and Cinematography was engaging. Screenplay and Direction were amazing.