Fin août, début septembre
- 1998
- 1 h 52 min
Adicionar um enredo no seu idiomaA story about the transition from late youth to early maturity, the film follows several friends and lovers as they come to make decisions on how to live their lives--getting a job more in h... Ler tudoA story about the transition from late youth to early maturity, the film follows several friends and lovers as they come to make decisions on how to live their lives--getting a job more in harmony with ones ideals, committing to a lover, giving up a lover that no longer loves you... Ler tudoA story about the transition from late youth to early maturity, the film follows several friends and lovers as they come to make decisions on how to live their lives--getting a job more in harmony with ones ideals, committing to a lover, giving up a lover that no longer loves you: a film about grown-ups growing up.
- Direção
- Roteirista
- Artistas
- Prêmios
- 2 vitórias e 1 indicação no total
- Visiteuse de l'appartement
- (as Elisabeth Mazev)
- Marc Jobert
- (as Olivier Torrès)
Avaliações em destaque
But this is going to startle you: I gave the movie a 6/10. Excuse me? A six? Well yes, a six... because the actors (mainly Virginie... again / of course) are so good that you try not to see what Assayas did to the movie. If you are somebody who can look at actors and enjoy their work, maybe you can have a look at this movie. If not, pretend it's poisoned with plutonium.
(P.S. I wonder if I would have given the movie 6/10 if Virginie Ledoyen hadn't been in it. I guess only a remake can tell me that. But in case Assayas accidently reads this: DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!)
Ledoyen, as were all the characters in the film was self-obsessed. Probably none more so than Gabriel (Mathieu Amalric - The Diving Bell and the Butterfly), who seemed to need a constant reaffirmation from his friends, but rejected any criticism of his aimless life.
The film revolved around Adrien (François Cluzet), a writer that lived on the margins while composing novels that no one read. In fact, most all of the characters lived on the margins in meaningless jobs. They just floated instead of trying to build something.
I guess if I wasn't fascinated with helping someone who seems to live a similar life, I wouldn't have found this film as interesting. But the acting rose above the story and it was, indeed a pleasure to watch.
Disappointing in that it's not the greatest film in the world, but still miles above everybody else.
This very drabness seems to be the film's theme. Although the title is very specific about time and the seasons, the film itself seems to exist in a timeless vacuum. Each episode has a temporal subtitle (e.g. 'six months later'), but no month is ever specified, and could therefore be any or none. This is not the film's failing, but that of the characters, who are locked in their own solipsism, flailing desperately, but unable to escape.
Gabriel says of Adrien, the writer, that he was minor because he could only see the world from his limited viewpoint, but this is a much more general malaise - all the talk about friendship can't hide the fact that each character is fatally limited in perception of others, because of obsession with self (figured in the cramped interiors. The trips to the country are literally bursts of fresh air). This doesn't mean that Assayas isn't generous with his characters; he is probably kinder than some of them deserve (Gabriel in particular needs a good shaking). The search for an apartment, therefore, is not a trite subject - these rootless characters, forming their own community, are so desperate for a sense of place, home, that they search everywhere for it: the country, abroad, the past, death.
FIN AOUT has in common with IRMA VEP a concern with the crisis of expression in this era of post-modernism. The crucial figure here is the writer, significantly a receptacle of death (the funeral is becoming a recurring motif in modern French cinema, as in THOSE WHO LOVE ME TAKE THE TRAIN); focus for all the other characters.
The question is: in an age of pastiche and reproduction, is it possible to insist on authentic personal expression (the film's structure focuses on shifting series of pairs: uneasy doublings and reproductions). And does it matter that this person (both the director in IRMA VEP, and the writer here) is rather objectionable as a human being? Is the insistence on the personal elitist and restrictive?
In IRMA VEP, these questions were urgently juggled up to the end, with no clear answers. Here, the writer is unrecognised until he dies, perhaps confirming our decadent reliance on the past, and our inability to come to terms with and express the present (although even this is undermined; as his publisher remarks on his perceived success, 'I wouldn't go that far').
Unlike the director in IRMA VEP, we get no example of Adrien's work, save a self-serving and cliched letter (significantly breaking up a relationship of the May/December type that has nearly killed French cinema). There is no transcendental moment, like the final sequence of IRMA VEP; in essence an archetypal post-modern artefact - a fragmentary, abandoned, incomplete, distorted, scratchy, uncontextualised piece of film; a haunting palimpsest from another age (a call to return to the beginnings of cinema, when possibilities were endless, before ossifying into the codes we are stuck with now?), it is also the locus for Assayas' faith in cinema, personal expression and emotion. This issue is left rather vague here, because we have no evidence with which to judge.
Well, except this film, of course. It is this that raises the film - Assayas' complete, mature mastery of the medium. Although his material is banal, he electrifies and enlivens it with his style: the fluidity of his camera movements and editing; his emotional use of colour, light and space; his mastery of the techniques of melodrama; his intimate ability to capture, and make profound, every seemingly trivial, gesture; his enlarging every detail to convey and enrich meaning.
Chris Darke has called FIN AOUT a cubist film, but it seems to me more like an obsessive Monet serial: the characters and place, for all their narrative perambulations, never seem to change, or resolve the problems that opened the film (even if they leave somewhere, it's back to somewhere they've been before), but Assayas' impressionistic eye, in capturing authentically the moment, asserts the beauty and depth of the transitory.
In fact, the film's nearest comparisons, for all its cinematic brilliance, might be literary - especially Proust and Beckett - in its avoidance of the dramatic (the main death occurs off-screen) in favour of the phatic, the continuous and the elliptical, giving a truer account of lives dominated by lack (the film's opening credits have the actors' names split apart, figuring the personality crises that make up its content).
I have been using a lot of superlatives, and here's another. Assayas is, along with Tim Burton, Takeshi Kitano and Wong Kar-Wai, the greatest director in the world: he has often been compared to the latter, although he can't quite reach Wong's offhand melancholy poetry just yet. FIN AOUT, than, is his HAPPY TOGETHER, an absolutely astonishing example of cinematic authority wasted on a rather monotonous psychodrama.
A tremendous and moving depiction of friendship and love whose dialogue is obviously French and whose camera-verite is very Dogme 95. Through a hand-held whirl we see stunningly candid and enticingly bare portraits of the goings on and thoughts of a group of friends including all the nuances of relationships. In this regard, Assayas's film is very similar to "La Promesse" and the Dogme 95 films. But the dialogue is extremely French in that it is very dramatic and a little too perfect to be real: dialogues feature characters who engage in dialogue's where they listen and think rather than argue. Yet even this works in the films favor, making you all the more taken in by characters demonstrate such depth.
The performances are remarkable and for the most part, the characters brilliantly faceted.
The movie is a bit longer than it needs to be, but the subtlety of the scenes requires patient development.
If you like Robert Bresson, Hal Hartley, Lars Van Trier, or Thomas Vinterburg, go see this. The style of the camerawork and the lushness of some of the lighting makes this a must see for the screen
The main characters are mature people who, however, lived up to that moment in a kind of extension of their adolescences. Gabriel is a writer and editor in his 30s. He has just broken up with his ex-girlfriend and has started a relationship with Anne, a slightly younger and somewhat sassy girl. His friend, Adrien, is a writer of great talent, but whom the publishers are kind of boycotting. He is sick but tries to brave the illness and gets involved in a relationship with a very young girl. Much of the film is made up of dialogues between these friends and their girlfriends, and their respective boyfriends and girlfriends. Lots of dialogue, as in any film about French intellectual circles. The dramatic events will show up eventually, but what matters and what reveals the essence of the characters are precisely the dialogues.
Shot nervously with a very mobile 16mm camera, with spontaneous, perhaps improvised dialogues, the film leaves a strong sense of authenticity. Acting is outstanding. Mathieu Amalric is in top form and dominates the screen in a complex role, one of his best. His ailing friend, Adrien, is played with restraint and dignity by François Cluzet. The role of Anne is very well played by Virginie Ledoyen, an extremely talented actress. I don't know exactly why, her career has not lived up to the promises, but it's certainly not because of this role. Olivier Assayas makes a risky bet by putting the story (which still has plenty of interesting elements) on the back burner and devoting most of the screen time to life itself. He won, I think, the bet. I confess that I didn't initially connect with what was happening on the screen either, and was intimidated by the avalanche of chatter. But my patience was rewarded, the characters became familiar and I started to care about them. Towards the end, the drama and emotion also appeared. 'Fin août, début septembre' is a snapshot in the lives of the characters and a moment of quality in late 20th century French cinema.
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- ConexõesReferenced in Min f.d. familj: Pojken i flaskan (2004)
- Trilhas sonorasCinquante Six
Written by Ali Farka Touré
Performed by Ali Farka Touré
© World Circuit Music. Courtesy of World Cirtuit Ltd
extrait de l'album "The Source"
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- Late August, Early September
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- Faturamento bruto nos EUA e Canadá
- US$ 69.400
- Faturamento bruto mundial
- US$ 75.622
- Tempo de duração1 hora 52 minutos
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- 1.66 : 1