I can't remember the last time I saw a new film which would carry the magic of classic cinema. Perhaps that's all gone along with the classic actors and artists - I remeber, for example, the incomparable finesse of Charles Aznavour whom I saw in 2017. Line Renaud is just as glamorous. She glows and uplifts with her presence, and it's entirely believable to see her younger new acquaintance bond with her so quickly and grieve her loss. "Yes, I'm with a beautiful lady. She's 92.", he says on the telephone.
I saw a reviewer complain she was psychopathic. Well, I'd say any punishment is too little - and too normal - for those who hurt a child.
That aside, the atmosphere is laden with the sentiment, the fragrance, the hope... the life that prevails.
"I guess I'm just not good at suicide - so here I am, at 92." Both characters are here, savouring the moment that would change a life.
I saw a reviewer complain she was psychopathic. Well, I'd say any punishment is too little - and too normal - for those who hurt a child.
That aside, the atmosphere is laden with the sentiment, the fragrance, the hope... the life that prevails.
"I guess I'm just not good at suicide - so here I am, at 92." Both characters are here, savouring the moment that would change a life.