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I really enjoyed this movie; in part as it starred my favorite actress from 2016: Catherine Frot, and her exquisite performance as 'Marguerite'. Frot has such stillness and poise on screen, but can also command great presence with minimal effort. Here, as the titular 'Midwife, Catherine Frot is delivered a role that gives her a chance to really shine. From the opening scenes her 'Claire' is a good woman; a skilled professional but lacking a personal life or much hope it seems. Blessed with a son she only sees fleetingly, her life is turned upside down when Beatrice played by Catherine Deneuve re-enters her radius after vanishing more than 3 decades before and causing Claire's father (one time lover of Beatrice) irreparable damage and an indelible imprint for young Claire. It is a fascinating dance that these two characters create through their often awkward scenes together.

The film is only a success because of the chemistry between these two marvellous actresses. The narrative ambles all over the place, messily edited and at times a little predictable, but seeing these two share the screen is pure magic, and compensates for where the film is otherwise lacking. Beneath the choppy script lies some rich fabric about life and death; life changes and the power of forgiveness and redemption: always soulful pursuits for the big screen. I wanted this to be perfection; of course it is not. Catherine Deneuve deserves an Oscar nomination for this; she is unafraid to show her age; her flaws and creates a memorable screen character, a former good time gal, whose life is slipping away from her, as she clings to the joie devivre that had sustained her. It is a privilege to watch a screen icon; still beautiful, but displaying how beauty can fade. There is much dignity here from both Catherine the Greats!

One of the many ways that European and Hollywood films differ is that the former is willing to dwell on the ordinary while the latter usually prefers to make stories bigger than they merit. The French film The Midwife (2017) is an example of storytelling that works simply by putting two very different women together and watching how they resolve the webs of emotion that have become tangled over time.

As she approaches her 50th birthday, devoted midwife and single mother Claire (Catherine Frot) faces professional upheaval when her clinic must close. Her orderly conservative life is fractured further when the woman she blames for her father's suicide suddenly makes contact after 30 years. Opposites in every way, Beatrice (Catherine Deneuve) is manipulative, irresponsible, and a chronic gambler who loves fine wine and rich food. Claire's suspicion that Beatrice wants something is proved correct when the latter confides that she is dying, homeless and without support. Initial rejection turns into understanding for the midwife whose instincts are to nurture life, as she juggles the needs of Beatrice, the clinic's closure, and her neighbour's romantic advances. When her son announces he is quitting medical school and his girlfriend is pregnant, the always competent Claire confronts being helpless in a sea of change.

These narrative strands and their complications are not what sustains the story. Rather it is the way these two icons of French cinema fill out their roles and the emotional connections they make. The flamboyant Beatrice is dramatic and unfiltered, while the restrained Claire is measured and well aware of the other's character flaws. One is a taker, the other a giver, yet both are engaging in different ways. As Beatrice confronts her fate, Claire continues bringing new life into the world in several very moving childbirth scenes that anchor the earthy realism and ordinariness of the story. The filming style dwells on warm and intimate moments, capturing both the charms and emotional swirls of French village life. Great acting and filming complements a script that finds uncontrived humour in everyday places.

Richly nuanced performances in the European cinematic tradition are at the heart of The Midwife. This is not a film that offers rising tensions towards a big resolution. Instead you are likely to leave the cinema with a bitter-sweet afterglow that comes from sharing moments of unbridled joy, sadness, and the ambivalent ordinariness of our existence.

Another recent French film that I felt was just OK.

It was not bad, but it's nothing to brag about. Everything is pretty mediocre.

Sure, it's a lovey and interesting story about Midwife who is contacted by her father's mistress 30 years after the relationship because she going through cancer and wanted to see her and her father again, but as it turns out the father is dead leaving the midwife to be the only thing close to a family the mistress has, and most of the movie is about if the midwife feels the same way.

it was mostly drama with a few funny moments but nothing really made me laugh or cry, it was all too bland in the delivery.

I'm still waiting for the french to come out with something like the Intouchables again.

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I gave this 30 minutes to get going, but there were no signs of anything of interest developing and so early termination seemed both appropriate and ethical.

Perhaps it picks up pace later on, but I just didn't care what happened to either of the two principal characters. (I actually had a sense of deja vu while watching this: perhaps it's that Catherine Deneuve has played several similar characters in this latter part of her career?)

This is a life enhancing film, and I cannot even begin to comprehend why it has been called trashy. Catherine Deneuve gives one of her greatest performances, and a mention must be made of Mylene Demongeot. During the one scene she was in she almost stole the film for me. For those who have never heard of her get hold of a copy of ' The Witches of Salem ' with Simone Signoret and Yves Montand. She stole the film back in the 50's and she can still do it now. But it is Deneuve who shows that she has total control of the film in a life affirming role. She wants to live, and live she does to the limit of her joy and her endurance. Anybody who may think this was an easy role to play and succeed is an idiot. She shows herself as she is now and the beauty, the power of presence and the way each gesture and look of the eye advances the film is a miracle of acting. Catherine Frot is excellent and France has yet another powerful actor and I hope she is given equally good roles for a long time to come. Above all I did not find the film distressing. Life is distressing and the film has the strength of will to show that it can be painful from birth until death. But between these two inevitable events of our lives we live, messily, cleanly, hurting people and being hurt. This illusion that Deneuve is a taker and not a giver in the film is simplistic. She needs a lot from others. She shows it and she gives when she can, and watch how through the force of her nature she releases Catherine Frot from a certain primness; makes her smile, lets down her hair. A great film and the title in English may put off many. ' Sage femme ' does mean midwife, but there is still the resonance in the the French title of wisdom and a wisdom life can bring.