Didn’t think I would have time to write a little bit about the film but with the snow and stuff. I’ve had more time to ponder on the film.
I wasn’t that into films as a teenager but I slowly got more into them. I failed Maths AS Level and instead of applying myself and trying to get a good grade I dropped it and looked to make up UCAS points by taking other AS levels at a local college, one of which was Film Studies. I didn’t know what I wanted to do but I did want to go to University and move away from home. Film seemed like the easiest and most enjoyable option from the AS level and after some small debate with my father away I went to Aberystwyth.
In the first year you had a small number of credits to make up from other departments and I think the Language department had a module on French arts. This film was one the parts of the module. I can’t remember if I missed the original showing or decided to re-watch it but remember being in an empty computer room when it finished and being completely knocked over by it. I doubt I had seen too many foreign language films before it or even ‘art-house’ films.
Think it shows the torment of grief like no other. There’s one scene imparticular that I think about a lot when I think about the numb pain of grief.
The lead performance is one of the best, absolutely faultless. I love the soundtrack too and listen to it often.
Sorry of any of this sound wanky, hope you all enjoy it anyway.
