Helpless people. Helpless people abound. Unallowed to ever let shine what is most beautiful about them.
I really adore Catherine Deneuve.
The end was a bit dragging and felt like a long series of epilogues, but otherwise the film was a great heartfelt family drama à la Koreeda, with plenty of moments bringing compassionate tears to my eyes or playful smiles to my lips. It entered my heart.
Apparently I'm in the minority here, but damn that felt pretentious and quite empty.
I usually am a sucker for bizarre movies that turn into gigantic psychological mindfucks, but that one wasn't grounded on anything else than the very simple, very much already done over and over concept of "I am a teenage boy and I don't know what to do with my desires/hate for women/myself".
One of my main problems was also that the theme could still have worked…