film review: SUMMER HOURS

Written & directed by Olivier Assayas
Produced by Marin Karmitz, Nathanaël Karmitz & Charles Gillibert
Cinematography by Eric Gautier A.F.C.
Edited by Luc Barnier
IFC Films. 102 Minutes, not rated
Cast: Juliette Binoche, Charles Berling, Jérémie Renier & Edith Scod

[Film originally appeared: http://www.rabbireport.com/archives/2009/05/theatrical-revi-7.htm]

“Summer Hours”, Olivier Assayas’ latest film, opens with children running free through gardens and woods around a typically beautiful French summer home. Filled with antiques and objets d’art, the house belongs to the Berthier family, whose matriarch is the 75 year old but still stunning Hélène (Edith Scob). Hélène owns the art collection that was handed down to her by a deceased uncle, a famous artist himself, with whom she may have had an intimate relationship years earlier. Now, at the end of her life, Edith is beginning to make the practical preparations of passing along the collection and the house to her three grown children, Adrienne (Juliette Binoche with blond tresses), Frédéric (Charles Berling) and Jérémie (Jeremie Renier). Only Frédéric, himself the single father of a tempestuous daughter, is the only one of the siblings who wants to keep the beautiful house and leave it to the next generation. Both Adrienne and Jérémie have jobs and lives that keep them both physically and emotionally distant from France. It is emotional distance that is at the heart of Assayas’ beautiful story.

Unlike his earlier film, “Boarding Gate”, “Summer Hours” explores people coming to terms with aging, mortality and close relationships. In other words, it was made in the great tradition of French filmmaking. But the film feels more Chekhovian than one plucked from the catalog of Eric Roemer and other forbears. The first few sequences feel almost staged like a play only better as they are so cinematically resonant. Like his Gallic colleague, Arnaud Desplechin, Assayas is interested in family and its inherent legacies. As good as “A Christmas Tale” was, this film feels more restrained and frankly more honest. Without providing any big moments, the success of Summer Hours is in its collection of smaller moments. Read more