Director:
Sylvain ChometGuión:
Sylvain ChometCámara:
Antoine RochReparto:
Guillaume Gouix, Anne Le Ny, Bernadette Lafont, Hélène Vincent, Cyril Couton, Jean-Claude Dreyfus, Luis Rego, Fanny Touron, Kea Kaing, Vincent Deniard (más)Streaming (1)
Sinopsis(1)
Paul, que ronda la treintena, vive en un piso en París con sus tías, dos aristócratas de avanzada edad que lo criaron desde los dos años y que sueñan en que se convierta en un pianista virtuoso. Su vida consiste en la misma rutina todos los días, entre el gran piano en el salón y las clases de danza de su tía, donde hace de acompañante. Aislado del mundo exterior, Paul se ha hecho mayor sin haber vivido nunca... Hasta el día en que se encuentra con la señora Proust, la vecina del cuarto. Esta mujer excéntrica tiene una receta para una infusión que, con la ayuda de la música, puede evocar los recuerdos más recónditos. Con ella, Paul descubrirá su pasado y encontrará la llave para vivir su vida de una vez. (Filmin)
(más)Reseñas (3)
It's like a French fairy-tale fantasy set in the real world of today, which seems to follow in the footsteps of Amelie. But it doesn't have a strong storyline, just a few fairly good ideas, and here and there a character who manages to captivate with their behavior, performance, or simply with something. But overall, it's not that good.
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A beautiful, well-made French film in the vein of Amélie. Here, however, the focus is on the character of Paul and Attila Marcel. He and the beautiful shots of both the real and the dream world are mixed in such an exquisite manner that it will make you fall head over heels for the actor playing Paul. Guillaume Gouix is really great and believe me, once you learn what’s what in the film, you’ll be really looking forward to the ending. In fact, not only looking forward, but also impatiently anticipating the denouement. And you can count on it not to disappoint you in any way. This melancholically beautiful story was something I simply couldn’t pass on.
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Unfortunately, I've seen too much in my lifetime cinematically to be much taken in by a conciliatory human comedy about the clash of canned ossification and independent vibrancy within the space of a single house and a park. Moreover, in such a conciliatory form, with its timid attempts at humor that give the impression they were written during filming and the actors weren’t too enthralled. The potential for comedy was exhausted for me at "fuck le menuet"; the potential for poignant drama had been exhausted some years prior. But the opening shot is great.
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