L'eau froide

I would have thought by now I couldn't be haunted by yet another film about teen-age lovers and outsiders. Yet Assayas' lovely and bleak "Cold Water" is a valuable entry into this crowded, but rarely truly insightful field.

It's 1972. Touching on class, racism and other issues, the film follows Christine and Gilles, who live on the outskirts of Paris. Both are delinquents, indulging in petty crime and feeling outside society. But while Gilles has at least some care and support at home, Christine has a father whose only reaction to her confusion and pain is to lock her away in mental institutions. It's hard to tell where Christine's vicious cycle began. She's clearly unbalanced, but was that inevitable? Or has the act of imprisoning her, ignoring and drugging her pain, not only failed to treat her troubles, but actually caused them?

Assayas manages to take two lost, inarticulate heroes, and make us not only care about them, but identify and see ourselves in them. You don't have to have an adolescence nearly this extreme to understand the kind of inarticulate ache and anger of youth.

Not every moment works, and it could be argued that even at 90 minutes the film can feel too long for its very simple story. But whenever a film-maker takes an overused subject and finds something new to say about it, you have to take notice.

Frustratingly it continues to be unavailable in the U.S. on DVD, blu-ray or for legal download or online viewing. Given the film's excellent reputation, I can only assume that has to do with the expense of rights to the film's amazing soundtrack of 1970s music.

To answer the previous reviewer's question: Yes. Thus the title.

I had the same reaction to this Olivier Assayas study of two disaffected teens as I had to the director's later "Irma Vep", namely that it is a sometimes touching, often tedious film. There is a reason that the great early to mid seventies soundtrack stays in one's consciousness and invites almost universal praise among my ten IMDB colleagues below and that is because it is the only part of the film that is fully alive. Everything else feels slow and drawn out. Scenes tend to last too long and not do enough, like the police interrogation of Christine that takes way too long to establish the fact that she hates her father and that interminable pot/sex party which is where I'm fairly certain I would have pulled the plug were it not for Bob Dylan, Alice Cooper and Janis J. I will, say, however, that the ending is quite powerful. That empty piece of paper says it all. And I do not think I would have been as blown away by this bleak denouement without the fine performance of Virginie Ledoyen as the unhappy, angry Christine. And since Ledoyen was 18 when she did the movie, I guess you have to credit Assayas at least partly for her excellent work. Give it a B minus.

I really hadn't expected much of this movie when I saw it in Brooklyn last summer. But, as a coming of age story, it's one of the few ones that really hits home for me. Cold Water is just such a frustrated, restless film, neither condemning nor forgiving its self-involved children and inadequate parents. It's fair in that way, which is refreshing. I'm tired of hearing rich kids get a lot of breaks and tired of hearing the Richard Fords explain away their parenting mistakes.

Visually, it's not a terribly structured or naturalistic film, and maybe that's why it seems to be so right on. The frenetic energy and seeming meaninglessness of the individual shots really conveys the frustration that comes from having the faculties of an adult, but none of the powers. Those shots come together in these long, slow sequences . . . small town livin'. There's a seeming, but deceptive, plotlessness that drew a lot of recognition from me.

You shouldn't miss the party scene. Man, that brings back memories. Pure recklessness, and listening to CCR over and over and over.

I'd be lying if i said this didn't surprise me a bit. The first act seems geared to distinctly build toward something with heightened emotions and portent of major teenage rebellion; the second act kind of drops narrative flow and just shuffles sideways to the next loose "story beat" before the third resumes active storytelling. True, this was Olivier Assayas' first feature, and even with rough edges and a sense of uncertainty, not knowing entirely what tone it aimed to strike, one can see how he went from this to some of the other pictures he'd go on to make. I just didn't expect that what mostly comes off as a stark portrait of teen angst and free-wheeling defiance would have prominent moments that deviate from that apparent core, and that try to stitch on intimations of more plot that seems a tad ill-fitting. I do like 'L'eau froide,' or 'Cold water,' and I think it's reasonably worthwhile, but it's not perfect or essential in any regard.

The chief strength here is in the relationship of fiery duo Gilles and Christine; the scene writing and narrative is unquestionably strongest where they and their relationship are centered. That's a credit as well to stars Virginie Ledoyen and total unknown Cyprien Fouquet, who both inhabit their characters with natural ease and admirable spirit, rather easily keeping us engaged in the process as the tale progresses. What's regrettable is that where this steps away from that primary thrust, and their directionless rejection of the strictures that are laid out for them, it meanders and kind of languishes. This is especially unfortunate considering how well made the film is at large. Even where the whole falters it's ably crafted, with adept scene writing and performances; would that they could have been woven in more convincingly. Assayas demonstrates firm, calculated direction, and Denis Lenoir's smart, dynamic cinematography actually quite stands out as a highlight. The soundtrack is filled with great tunes, the sound department turned in impeccable work, the filming locations are excellent - not least in communicating the pair's isolation and lack of preparation - and in every other manner 'L'eau froide' boasts appreciable skill and care.

I should say, too, that the overall narrative is duly compelling in relating the misadventures of Gilles and Christine; Assayas' screenplay is generally pretty fantastic. The writing needed to be more tightly focused, however, and that truth is borne out in the notably weaker scenes of the first and mostly the second acts. Thankfully what we want is mostly what we get, so while the feature had room for improvement, it's definitely better than not. And as Assayas has done elsewhere to great success later in his career (e.g. 'Personal shopper' and especially 'Clouds of Sils Maria'), he mostly keeps the proceedings rather low-key to let the plot speak for itself. By no means is this something that will appeal to all comers, or meet with equal success for all, and even without particular deficiencies I don't think this was ever going to be a major must-see. Yet while my expectations were mixed and were met unevenly, I'm pleased that I enjoyed 'L'eau froide' more than not, and it's a fair beginning for Assayas' career. Temper your expectations and don't go out of your way for it, but if you do have the chance to check this out, it's a decent way to spend one's time.

I'm not saying it's a bad film, but it definitely isn't great. It's awkwardly filmed, the actors don't deliver any emotion. It's somehow.... dull. For a movie which should explode with emotion, this one just doesn't deliver. It has a good soundtrack, a good story (though very common), but the rest is blank. Not even the lines are worth any attention. I understand this is a low budget, independent film, but unlike others I've seen, it didn't get my attention.