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Friday, May 15
Summer Hours
(L'heure d'été)
House As A Life
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Home is where the heart is. And in France, the same is true, whether yer a homme or a femme. Sorry if you found that femme line fatale, but we can never pass up playing on words, and if you can't deal with it you should call the men in white lab coats of paint to grab us and send us to the punitentiary (how dare that guy waste that url with such pun-k a$$ sh&t!!!). Speaking of France, it's the place where the naked ladies dance, but you won't find any of them birthday suited dames (including Judi Dench) in Olivier Assayas' udderly delightful Summer Hours. Making a clean break from his demonic gated international globetrotting, Frenchie Assayas goes where his heart is... home. His tale revolves around three siblings (Juliette Binoche, Charles Berling and Jérémie Renier, who should not be confused with Jeremy Renner) as they figure out what to do with their family's summer home now that mum's (Edith Scob.... don't worry, she has a face... this time!) passed on, and only one of them still lives in the country. The extra money from the sale of the estate and the family's fine collection of art, some painted by their beloved uncle, would certainly be nice, but what price can you put on family memories, and what do you lose, generational-wise, if you sell these items that have attached sentimental value? This is a question we all may be forced to face at some point in our lives, and after the raucous teenybopper party at the château quiets down at the film's conclusion, you'll probably have found the answer of what you would do
Julia Childish: no one appreciates fine French food quite like Lane Meyer's mom does
Verdictgo: Jeepers Mos Def Worth A Peepers
Summer Hours opens today only in (a) NY (minute)
and why wouldn't you want to see a movie that's directed by the same guy that made this poster possible?
and until next thyme the balcony is clothed...
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