Demain on déménage

I don't quite understand why this is rated so low because Tomorrow We Move is Akerman's complete understanding of closed spaces—the discomfort and tension and the anxiety they can bring— translated into a fun, quirky comedy. I may not be selling it well but it's finding hilarity in these things, and finding the people you can ultimately get on with amid the chaos. The lead character is a writer who is trying to work on a commissioned erotic piece while trying to sell her and her mom's apartment. Would-be buyers arrive, and fun chaos starts. The apartment starts out just incredibly messy and cluttered but as the film progresses, it becomes home.

If you want to become crazy, this may be your film. If you want to see how bad modern French cinema has become, this is definitely your thing. Agnes Jaoui's films look natural in comparison :). Also if you want to make sure how good actors make bad films everywhere, not only in Hollywood.

I agree with IMDb's "eyal philippsborn" that "less is more" with respect to "the abundance of sub-plots, characters and endless slightly hallucinatory dialogue". I don't think that the time in which one watches it makes a different, this flick is too bad to be influenced by such subtle tings :). Dialogues here are not just "lengthy", they're just unbelievable, theatrical in the bad sense, and utterly nonsensical. I watch French films almost daily, so I think I know the slow tempos and unusual everything of European movies! It's been a long time since I have watched a film that is SO bad. Amazon's "Shayad" is right that "it is made for small screen viewing".

There is no plot. It looks like the notes Charlotte jots while the world goes on around her. If you are about or just moving, this film is interesting, in the sense it shows how stressing it can become, "what it could do to you" :). But if people would be half as authentic as in this film, every meeting would be so interesting... All potential buyers speak their mind out like if they were in the middle of a session with their long term therapist. They speak about their inner fears with a total stranger, just the contrary of what real Parisians do. Just a few examples: the mother speaks a lot about "chicken", both of them use a vacuum cleaner that only emits smoke, Charlotte is obsessed with "double curtains", (among other things), new apartments reek, small suitcases are very important, and the list could go on. Their experience at the land and reflections about farm animals was just too much. Basically everything is crazy in a way that's not even funny. Their speaking about the Holocaust wasn't that light in my opinion. But I don't see how it would matter so much for a "third generation" as they call young people here.

Sylvie Testud is a superb actress, it shows with a script that would sink even the best of actors.

Avoid it, or watch it with company while eating a good chicken :). I don't ever want to move in my life :)!

Just don't. Ever. As dull as it is indulgent,with no plot or indeed any sense of purpose whatsoever. The charm of the cast is simply not enough as you feel your time on earth slowly trickling away yet somehow not fast enough. If the queen of hearts ever watched that film, Ackerman would be beheaded for killing time.

Wow, can't believe the negative reviews here. Seriously, this is one of the funniest movies I have ever seen. My sides were splitting from laughing. Of course, Sylvie Testud is stellar, but the absurdity of the whole thing is the point. It's not a movie that "needs a plot" or a "sense of purpose." You do have to enjoy this type of movie to like it.

Maybe I'm over-compensating by scoring this a 9, but I feel the need to counterbalance what I believe is way too low a score for this movie. Anyone looking for a lighthearted movie should give this a whirl, if they can actually find someplace to watch it. I'd love to see it again but can't find it online anywhere.

Pianos are popular in films, aren't they? I thought in the middle of the screening. I remembered two other piano related movies: Polanski's "The pianist" and Jane Campion's "The piano". I thought about Polanski's film because it also dealt with a pianist and the holocaust and I reflected on "The piano" (which deals with a mute pianist and her daughter) because I half wished, eventually, that one of the leading characters would develop an incurable muteness.

Lengthy dialogues were a stumbling block for plenty of films (Matrix reloaded, Clerks, most of Woody Ellen's "serious" films to name just a few)and this film, it seems, suffers a great deal for it.

The plot of the film is slightly complex so I'll just give you its major outlines. Charlotte (Sylvie Testud in a wonderful performance) is a writer trying to accomplish an erotic novel while living with her widowed, piano teaching, mother in a cramped apartment. In a desperate attempt to finish the novel, Charlotte is trying to find eroticism in pretty much everything (which is a futile attempt when it comes to armchairs, we learn) and battles writers block, unpacked boxes and piano lessons held by her mother.

Soon Charlotte realizes that their new apartment will smother her unborn novel and looks for potential buyers. At this point the movie becomes the word feast I related to earlier. Also, at that point, the movie is submerged in characters with various degrees of authenticity and grace, including a pregnant jubilant woman who falls in love with the apartment, a bitter couple that are incompatible in every possible aspect and an elderly real estate agent who survived the holocaust. Speaking of which, the subject is dealt with in a very allusive and indirect manner. Maybe not to give a bleak atmosphere to an optimistic movie or maybe because the French people are not ready for a full scale confrontation with their shady history.

I guess the abundance of sub-plots, characters and endless slightly hallucinatory dialogues, together with the 10:00 am (on a Saturday morning, mind you) screening, prompted me to gaze at my watch occasionally. I kept wandering if this movie would have benefited the omittance of some of its plots and enhancing the remaining ones. I still do.

The movie's positive traits are attributed mainly to the dazzling performance of its leading actress, Sylvie Testud (Who's character, Charlotte, is based entirely on the writer/director, Chantal Akerman, according to her own testimony) and I hope that's not the last we saw of her. I also hope that more and more writers will realize that in scripts, the old Cliché "Less is more" is a good piece of advice (and many writers, even prominent ones, haven't figured that out, yet) and that a clumsy script can weigh heavily on a movie and its unsuspecting viewers.

Especially at 10:00 am on a Saturday.

5 out of 10 in my FilmOmeter.