I really want to see this film, Olivier Assayas's "masterpiece" about family, memory, and time. Having lived a largely peripatetic life, I am obsessed with the notion of a family home, a place that passes through generations, a repository of memories that ground one's life. As Assayas says of the house in the film, "La maison matérialise les liens entre les personnages et d'une certaine façon, ce qui se perd entre eux, c'est le lien. Génération après génération, quelque chose s'est déposé couche par couche, strate par strate dans cette maison. Avec sa disparition, ce qui réunissait les personnages se défait, disparaît, devient béant. La maison est au coeur du film, en tant que lieu à la fois matériel et identitaire." My dad had such a place, his ancestral home in Hue, which he kept close to his heart and took care to maintain despite not having lived in it for decades. I have no such place. On a note aside, the actress who plays the matriarch in the film, Edith Scob, was our lovely downstairs neighbor in the building on rue de Lappe.
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