Se souvenir des belles choses

a great film! such a dark subject photographed in coloured pictures. i loved this rich detailed film without the expected stereotypes and a touching lovestory. it´s sad but it isn´t hopeless. the actors are so convincing and you start thinking about a disease you thought only old people could get. brilliant, that i hadn´t have the feeling of being voyeuristic! SEE IT: and think about it.

This is, no contest, one of the finest movies to come out of France in the last five years and it would have been a grave miscarriage of justice if Isabelle Carre had not won a Best Actress Cesar for this role. I had seen Carre in several movies and found her competent but nothing special then, all at once the right career-defining role turns up and she shows what she can do. I can pay her no higher compliment than to compare her performance here to that of namesake Isabelle Huppert (the finest French actress bar none) in 'La Dentelliere' (The Lacemaker) with the proviso that Huppert was approximately 10 years younger than Carre when turning in her prize-winning performance. Carre is luminous and for virtually the whole of the running time she gives the impression of a real victim of Alzheimer's so that we feel we are watching a documentary rather than a film that has been scripted, shot and acted. The actors throughout are first rate, not least Bernand Campan as Carre's lover and protector. I saw the movie in an art-house in Balard last year (it's still playing there albeit only one or two screenings per week) and in September of this year I found it on DVD and can play it whenever I like. Out of ten stars it has to rate fifteen. One word description? Can't be done. Lyrical? In spades. Enthralling? And the rest. Magnifique? Doesn't come close. Thank you, Isabelle, Zabou, Campan, thank you for some unforgettable memories.

Saw this together with my wife. After 40 minutes, wife wanted to walk out. No, I said, it must get better. It didn't. By the end, you just want to stick your head in the oven. It's so depressing. No doubt dementia and amnesia are horrible things, but that's exactly why making a movie around them is a zero on the entertainment scale.

Here's another eloquent example of an actress who decided to show her potential as a female director: Zabou Breitmann also known as Zabou, full stop. The topic of her premier film gives the inkling that she doesn't fear thorny subjects. Indeed, Alzeihmer's disease and the loss of memory are rather way off cinema's radar. But it's a film to remember which is also a prime example that love can be strong and survive to any disease.

"Se Souvenir Des Belles Choses" is split into two parts. The first one takes place in the institution for people with troubled memory. Before the anticipated meeting between the two lovers that Zabou delays, she takes her time to relate and describe life conditions in this institution for the sick people and the team of doctors and nurses. She delivers a not so despondent and warm description of this place and grants a meaty place to humor and tenderness. The second part starts with the returning of Christine and Philippe in the normal world and as the latter bit by bit recovers his memory, Christine's disease gathers pace and makes her lose her marks and collapse. These are two parts that follow each other and complement themselves.

The serious problem of Alzeihmer's disease is explored without tawdry fascination or unhealthy complacency but with a minimum of objectivity and lucidity. A good proportion of sequences or details directly or indirectly linked to it ring true like the instructions left on the white board or recorded on a tape for Christine or in the institution with these strips of colors indicating the way to specific places. Zabou also didn't forget the people's dangerous behaviors facing sick people with Alzeihmer's disease. See the sequence in the supermarket when Christine's mother gives her a meeting in a precise place and poor Christine loses herself.

Zabou was right to give the main role to Isabelle Carré whose role propelled her in the restrained circle of the new young luminaries of contemporary French cinema alongside Sylvie Testud among others. She gives a startling performance supported by Bernard Campan who managed to make me forget that he was once part of this irresistible comic trio the Inconnus. For their fans, who could have thought among them that he was able to act a man at a loss with a great credibility whereas he was so far usually typecast in comical roles? The female director Zabou relegated herself in a secondary role of analyst and her love affair with the director acted by Bernard Le Coq is one of the tiny glitches her film shelters which make it (the film) impossible to reject. This is one to remember.

You can of course prefer STILL ALICE, satrring Julianne Moore, concerning Alzheimer disease. It is better done, more powerful, more in every domain, every element, but that doesn't diminish the quality of this cute and sensitive French drama, where Isabelle Carré does her very best, and is convincing too. So, please don't despise it. You can watch or re watch STILL ALICE again and them compare, I am surre you will appreciate both. Don't worry. It is sad of course, but also beautiful, moving, pulled by excellent performances. One of best Isabelle Carré's roles, especially the best of her early career.