Revoir Paris

It's an enjoyable film, certainly worth the time. My major issue with it is that it's predictable. The lead reminds me of Jeff Bridges in Fearless and William Hurt in The Doctor. Both have traumatic experiences that make relationships with current lovers difficult if not impossible; a change of life is called for. That's what these films apparently require for plot, but is that true? Millions of men return from war to the same wives, jobs, lives. Other check boxes are ticked off: the co-survivors to whom the lead now more strongly relates; the initial accusation of guilt, later disspelled; the noble member(s) of the minority underclass that gets the lead all through it. For these requirements, sometimes the plot has phony constructs. Having said all that, the movie keeps you entertained, if it isn't really moving.

After Mia survives an attack in a restaurant where many other patrons perish, she is left unable to remember what happened. Her attempts to recall the event throughout the movie appear to change her life and pull her into a different direction. In typical fashion for many French movies, tedium ensues. If you have a good hour and 45 minutes to spare, it will engage you and possibly bore you at the same time. French filmmakers are good at that, not sure why.

When I read a description of this film, I was going to skip it as the topic didn't interest me. Then I thought that it would be nice to see Paris and I could skip through the boring parts. There are so many places where a film like this could have fallen down a rabbit hole and been written off. Like focusing too deeply on those who died or individual grief or revenge or another direction, but it didn't.

It focused on Mia a victim three months after the tragedy, who starts trying to piece that night together. She stumbles across a survivors group and they share information from that night which leads her farther along. This was a much better technique than having Mia sit on a psychiatrist's couch trying to remember and flashback after flashback.

A fine film, not to be missed.

In the aftermath of a horrific terrorist attack on a Parisian bistro, Mia, a survivor, grapples with the devastating impact of the tragedy. While attempting to piece together the events of that fateful night and making amends with the city she once adored, she sets out on a mission to reclaim her life. Alice Winocour's moving and thought-provoking film explores the psychological effects of trauma and the enduring power of the human spirit.

Virginie Efira, fast becoming one of my favourite French actors, delivers a compelling performance as Mia, her expressive eyes and subtle gestures conveying the profound emotional turmoil she faces. The film's narrative unfolds with a quiet intensity, mirroring the protagonist's fragmented memories and the lingering trauma that binds her to the past.

The subtle yet effective direction of Winocour puts the characters and their feelings front and centre. The film's cinematography, characterised by soft, diffused lighting and a muted colour palette, creates an atmosphere of melancholic beauty, capturing the haunting essence of Mia's fractured world. With its delicate and melancholy melodies, the film's score by Régoire Hetzel enhances the story. The music subtly underscores Mia's emotional journey, adding depth and resonance to her silent struggles.

While Paris Memories excels in its portrayal of trauma and the healing process, it occasionally falters in its pacing and narrative structure. Certain scenes feel meandering, and the film's conclusion could have benefited from a more impactful resolution. The film's strengths, particularly its sensitive handling of delicate subject matter and its nuanced performances, overshadow these flaws.

Paris Memories is a poignant and thought-provoking exploration of trauma, resilience, and the enduring power of human connection. It is a film that lingered in my mind long after the credits rolled, prompting me to reflect on the fragility of life and the strength we find within ourselves to overcome adversity.

Paris Memories is a powerful cinematic experience that, with its sensitive portrayal of trauma, its engaging performances, and its evocative cinematography, makes it a worthwhile watch for those seeking a poignant and emotionally resonant film.

I knew it was to be considered an arthouse film and that there was to be some violent attack within Paris. It was good that I was not told too much because I would not really have wanted to see that terrible attack in November 2015. It is and it isn't but is amazing and one of my best films for some time. At the very beginning there is a slow zoom from within a room looking out through the curtains and beyond the balcony. As the shot is held and there is a lovely view of Paris although it is not one that I recognise or identify. This surprisingly, unspectacular zoom reminded me of the long one at the end of Antonioni's, The Passenger (1975) dialogue is splendid the memory plays with us and so unsettling that it gives me the shivers. Obviously we have the appalling and sickening moment but it is later on that Mia (Virginie Efira) remembers little bits now and again and it is thrilling but worrying all the time. It is not usually the Paris we know but the bustling streets and noisy traffic and the thrill of the action more of Mia and her uncovering what and who she has to find. Clever and intelligent piece quite remarkable and I want to watch it again, after a little while.