Las horas del verano
Director:
Olivier AssayasGuión:
Olivier AssayasCámara:
Eric GautierReparto:
Juliette Binoche, Charles Berling, Jérémie Renier, Edith Scob, Dominique Reymond, Valérie Bonneton, Kyle Eastwood, Emile Berling, Eric Elmosnino (más)Streaming (1)
Sinopsis(1)
Los caminos de tres hermanos en la cuarentena chocan cuando su madre, encargada de gestionar la excepcional colección de arte del s. XIX que perteneció a su tío, muere repentinamente. Los tres se verán obligados a entenderse y a limar sus diferencias. Adrienne (Juliete Binoche) una diseñadora con éxito en Nueva York, Frédéric (Charles Berling) un economista y profesor universitario en París y Jérémie (Jérémie Renier) un dinámico hombre de negocios asentado en China, deberán enfrentarse al fin de su niñez, memorias compartidas, orígenes y su particular visión del futuro. (Baditri)
(más)Reseñas (1)
A pleasant setting with nice, affluent people who deal with existential issues and talk about ordinary things, behind which something more complicated is concealed. The beginning is very Rohmer-esque, and the film becomes more sorrowful from there. No frantic action is set off by the inherited property. For laymen, it is old junk; for professionals, artifacts; for the characters, tangible pieces of the past. Assayas impartially observes the “path” of this inheritance, leaving it up to us to decide what we think about the three siblings (I thought the three telephones were a mean gift, as if to ensure that Helene would contentedly stay where she was) and relying on emotions to arise depending on our own memories. If you don’t have anything to remember, that’s a problem, but I was properly touched by the ending, when even a representative of the younger generation realises what she is losing along with the old house. 80%
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