Chicken with Plums Reviews
Ã ne pas Ã (C)couter avec le bourdon ...
i. Pretty images with digitally inserted attrezzos
ii. Tears from characters impossible to feel sympathy for, with the exception of Irâne, a character that is put to suffer without meaning or purpose
iii. Forced (and bad) comedy
iv. A forced "tragic" outcome
v. A fractured chronology so that the whole show may seem smarter
vi. An orchestral score
So, in the end, it turns out that a tragic love story that could never be was the source of inspiration behind his musical "genius". Speaking about his musical "genius", that is something we are supposed to buy because neither his music nor the violin play a central role in the film. Everything is left to speculation in a sickening secondary background. Everything we are offered is an over-stylized soap opera that ends up being your typical "French" film set in a non-modern setting with clichéd characters and your Eiffel Tower to "accentuate" romance.
Despite its interesting visuals, I think this film cheats on you and betrays you at the end. Throughout, you are left hoping for the tiny possibility to witness something in the main character's life that may help you justify his cunt attitude towards life and towards his family, home, etc. But that never happens. Everything can be summed up to a man whose death happens just because. You are, of course, supposed to swallow it. What a shame that Paronnaud and Satrapi felt to such a low degree since 2007. For the first half of the movie, I was considering the possibility whether if the whole feature could have worked better as an animated movie. After half of the film, I stopped caring.
I just wanted the bastard to die already.