What a boring, pointless and annoying little film! How was Huppert ever talked into participating in it?
A middle-aged divorcée resides with her grown sons somewhere in the dreariest reaches of Belgium. Every day that is chronicled features an overcast sky, morose characters and a setting outdone in gloominess only by that day's script. When the closing credits mercifully make their appearance, they're accompanied by the only music in the soundtrack: a fittingly macabre violin piece that adds one last, large dollop of annoyance to the viewer's experience.
I didn't feel any urge to discover whether the director is a Belgium-hating Frenchman -- or a self-hating Walloon. Does it matter?
Avoid his product.
A middle-aged divorcée resides with her grown sons somewhere in the dreariest reaches of Belgium. Every day that is chronicled features an overcast sky, morose characters and a setting outdone in gloominess only by that day's script. When the closing credits mercifully make their appearance, they're accompanied by the only music in the soundtrack: a fittingly macabre violin piece that adds one last, large dollop of annoyance to the viewer's experience.
I didn't feel any urge to discover whether the director is a Belgium-hating Frenchman -- or a self-hating Walloon. Does it matter?
Avoid his product.