À Vida, à Morte!

The story of a family whose father immigrated from Spain to France during the Spanish war against the dictator Franco. They have to move out and end up living with the son of the father, who lives with his girlfriend, a 45 years old stripper that keeps repeating that she wants to quit because she is too old and ugly for this job. At the end the complete family (around 9 people ?) come to live together in a tiny house. Somehow there are two young children (that we see only once at the beginning of the movie and never again !). They are all unemployed or going bankrupt and compete to see who will be the most depressed ! Family problems. Lack of money. Sterility. Infidelity. Drugs. Everything is there to depress the spectator even more. The movie could end with the idea that an unexpected birth will bring hope and joy, if more depressing stuff wasn't at the corner. A dark picture of immigrant lives while recession hits France. I wouldn't recommend this movie to anyone. One does not feel anything for this family, no sadness, no joy, no life. The scenario is too light. The dialogues are poor. The location (suburbs of Marseilles) is as depressing as the play of these unknown actors.