Le chignon d'Olga

It's unfortunate that Jerome Bonnell saddled his film with a title that calls to mind Eric Rohmer's 'Claire's Knee' because having done so he is doomed to suffer comparisons with the veteran film maker. It's true that the film itself, light as a soufflé, fragile as a soap bubble, is working the same side of the street as Rohmer but this is a wonderful, charming film in its own right. I saw it on its initial release knowing nothing about it or anyone associated with it on either side of the camera and I rejoiced in its freshness, pain, laughter and tears. I now know, having just acquired the DVD that it is the work of a 23 year old writer director, Jerome Bonnell, which makes it all the more admirable. I was recently reminded elsewhere on the IMDb site that not all French films are masterpieces, during the same debate an avid supporter of the New Wave spoke of the Godards and Truffauts of this world wanting to write with a camera. To the first I would reply that of course not all French films are masterpieces but you'll wait a long time before the accountants who run Hollywood would even consider putting two cents into a story as fragile as this and to the second I would reply forget trying to write with the camera give me a guy who writes with his heart a la Bonnell. You can't spoil this film by discussing the plot, you can only enhance it and whet the discerning appetite, nevertheless I'm about to give the plot a once-over-lightly so look away now if you must. Siblings Julien and Emma have recently lost their mother and live with their father, who writes children's fiction, in rural France. Julien is a gifted pianist but has lost the taste for music in his grief. He enjoys a platonic relationship with Alice, five years older, who he has known all his life and does his best to be supportive in her lifelong quest to keep choosing the wrong men. One day he sees a young woman, Olga, working in a bookstore and is instantly smitten. Throughout the summer he fantasizes about winning her even going so far as to engage in a gauche plot to impress her. Meanwhile Emma is torn between her instinct to look after her widowed father, experiment with lesbianism - which she gives up as a bad job - and earn some money. All of these events, inconsequential as they are take place towards the end of summer and long before halfway we are praying that eventually Julien and Alice will see what we, the audience, have seen almost from the word go, that they belong together. And that's about it with the possible exception of the odd bit of business involving minor characters; no high-speed car chases, no crack houses, no teenage cannibals, just quiet, gentle observation of the Human Condition. A MINOR masterpiece certainly. 10/10

'Le Chignon d'Olga' is a film about the lives and loves of an affluent, liberal family. As with many French films, the characters exude a natural sexiness (in a way that is not seen in most Hollywood movies), and the acting, and the detail of the script, are both good. But the film made me feel a little old - viewed from a certain perspective, there's an inconsequentiality about these teenage affairs and while the plot operates in the context of a deeper story (the recent death of the children's mother) the treatment of this is muted. But if it's a slight tale, it also feels true, and lead actress Nathalie Boutefeu has a lovely, interesting face that director James Bonnell makes good use of.

This is a remarkably fresh, charming, and genuine work by a director, Jerome Bonnell, who was only 23 at the time. Whatever mastery of cinema craft he may have lacked then, he more than made up for in his ability to wring the most amazing performances from extremely young actors and actresses. The most staggeringly brilliant performance in the film is by Nathalie Boutefeu, as the character Alice. Boutefeu passes through a bewildering range of shifting emotions and moods with the scintillation of sunbeams on water. It is one of the most remarkable performances of someone of that age which I have ever seen. There seems to have been a deep resonance between her and the director to give her the confidence to expose herself so completely to the camera, holding back nothing. Not surprisingly, Bonnell has gone on to make two further films with her. Who wouldn't? Another amazing performance is that given by Florence Loiret as Emma, whose moods shift almost as violently, as she grieves for her deceased mother, wants to leave her father but cannot, almost has an affair with her lesbian friend but cannot, almost cries but laughs, almost laughs but cries, and so on. None of this is in the slightest bit contrived, because this is how people of that age mostly are, and who better to direct them in a film than someone of the same age who may even be that way himself, for all we know? All of the performances are excellent. One especially charming and delightful minor performance is that delivered by the little boy, Antoine Goldet. It is a pity he has not appeared in another film. He was inspired casting. This is a film which is languid and lingering, dwelling on the faces of the characters without concern for the need to rush off and look at another character. The emotional tangles and knots, the 'presence of the absence' of the dead mother which is palpable and felt at all times in her household, the quarreling and the disputes, the making-up, the alienation, and the coming-together, the love both spoken and unspoken, the heartbreak, all of these are magnificently conveyed in this artless and natural movie, which gives the impression of having been thrown over someone's shoulder like a girl's handbag, so effortless does it all seem. It's easy for some!

A tale of provincial life in the south of France focusing on the lives of two young people, brother and sister, who live together with their recently widowed father. It is as languid and slow moving as the summer heat.

Very little appears to happen. What story there is is oblique, subliminal, played out in peripheral vision. If you stick with it, and I strongly recommend that you do, it may linger in your mind long after the closing credits roll. I only began to really appreciate how much I'd enjoyed it the day after I'd watched it. It is an acutely observed, heart-warming, touching study of the realisation that must come to every adult - that it's time to leave the comfort and security of the family home, to make our own way in the world, to become ourselves, and to face all the pain and challenges that involves.

When I read the Director was only twenty three in one sense I wasn't surprised. The film, for me, perfectly captures the joy and pain of semi independent youth. It is a film that had to be made with these feelings fresh in mind. That the Director does this with such style, so beautifully, so subtly, is what really impressed me. The title, referring to a female character's hairstyle, is typical of the film. Nothing is addressed directly but the film, taken as a whole, is a wonderful evocation of a moment in life that I'm sure will strike a chord in everyone who watches it - even if you can't exactly put your finger on the reason why. It's charming, it's quintessentially French, and it's beautiful. I loved it.

Like a previous commenter, I, too didn't know where the film was going,but was glad I stuck with it. I found Bonnell's story deceptively simple. It basically tells of Julien's obsession with Olga, a beautiful clerk at a bookstore whom he fantasizes about seducing. Once he realizes that she is a wife and mother, his obsession is exorcized and that Alice, a very close friend, is, in fact, the perfect woman for him. But the story is much more complex than that. Every character has some personal demon that their fighting with, but at the same time have people around them who care. and in the end, problems are not really solved, no dreams are fulfilled, the characters just continue to live with their pain but are able to deal with it because they have people around who love them.

I like the ending, as in the beginning, where we hear julien's piano playing. It signifies to the audience that life, as Bonnell sees it, is not a continuous flow, it's a series of stop.. starts... Emotions are fickle.. People do and say stupid things, fantasies fester and become paralyzing, the pot is stirred, and basically all you can do is wait it out until the pot boils over, than you can continue on with life.