French Movies

The last time I was in France, three years ago, I saw Bons Baisers de Bruges (In Bruges, for the non-pretentious people out there), a British film with French subtitles. It’s still one of my favorite movies (probably because I was so stressed out from my inability to speak French that I would have loved anything in the English language), though I’d like to think I’ve evolved a little bit since 2008. Like to actual French movies. Without subtitles.

So far, I’ve had the chance to see two movies over here in the Hexagon. AKA France. The first was in Biarritz, and was the first ever 3D movie I’ve actually seen. La Grotte des rêves perdus is a documentary about the cave drawings found in Lascaux. (I think.)

While I may have sounded like I was bragging before about being able to see French movies, sans subtitles, that doesn’t mean I actually understand everything that goes on. But it was pretty interesting, and actually a beautiful film– the 3D definitely added to the experience. A good see if you’re in the mood for something culturally enriching. Not like Comment Tuer ton boss, or Horrible Bosses, which I also saw posters for here. A note to my brother: Radclyffe, if you come visit we can see American movies! Yay! That’s great, right!?

Also, best scene in the film. Provides some comic relief. Not sure that was intentional.

The second movie is a little more mainstream, if you can call French movies “mainstream.” Maybe for the French. Also, speaking of mainstream movies, I saw the ad for the new Anna Faris movie in the metro today. In France, it’s called “(S)ex List. Everyone knows the French are famous for their romance…

And I digress, as always. Second movie is called Tu Seras Mon Fils, which translates to, for all you non-French speakers out there, You Will Be My Son. It’s set at a vineyard– which was the primary reason I think most of the people in my group saw it, including me. It’s very dark and dramatic, filled with father-son tension (could you guess?), and the whole vineyard factor sort of loses its appeal when someone dies in the wine cave. (NOTSAYINGWHO GUESS YOU’LL HAVE TO GO WATCH IT. Or maybe I just scared you off. Probably for the better.) Apparently the French also have, in addition to their wine, a taste for the dramatic. (Like what I did there? French wine joke?)

I need to catch up on the new movies to hit French cinémas, but I’m in the middle of switching classes and starting classes and taking weekend trips to Chateaux and I tend to forget that movies exist.

It looks like I have a taste for the dramatic too… maybe I’m becoming French?

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