A pretty standard story about an emotionally damaged young woman trying to resolve her issues and get on with her life, this time in the hospital room of her comatose dad. Though there is not much surprising in the storyline--messy apartment, messy family, messy love life, messy psychology, and scenes with a child to prove that she is nevertheless an endearing person under the mess--the movie is competently put together, and acted well enough to be engaging even with one participant lying motionless. In my opinion these kinds of stories of sexual abuse that recount the smallest details seem rather exploitative, but the biggest annoyance is the predictably low-key ending.
Review of Elle ne pleure pas, elle chante
