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Review by Blair MacMillan ★★★½ Liked

RIP Timothee’s cum peach you would have loved Chloe sevigny’s mutilated apple

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In the ever-growing canon of beautiful, but empty movies, this is one of the better ones.

Durga Chew-Bose’s adaptation of Françoise Sagan’s novel steps into rather large shoes left behind by Otto Preminger’s first attempt. And it doesn’t necessarily fumble the task, but more so just does little with it.

Where Bonjour Tristesse succeeds is in its fixation on the everyday, crafting an immersive but well-paced environment for the audience to sink into. However, while it's ittedly gorgeous, exactly the type of languid film what I was looking for on this warm day, it’s sorrily dragged down by a clunky script, which Chew-Bose does little to amend for the screen. On occasion, the dialogue lands brilliantly (“try to be wrong…

Review by maps ★★★

her job was beach

Review by LeoGreenfield ★★

We have Luca Guadagnino at home type shit

Review by Matt Singer ★★★ Liked

In my limited experience, this really nails the sleepy, dreamy vibe of soaking up the sun on a Mediterranean beach. It feels like the one vacation I took in this sort of place. (Mine had way less sexual intrigue, but otherwise the tone is right on.)

Now: Whether a sleepy, dreamy vibe is a good thing for a psychological drama about the tension between a permissive father and an adventurous daughter, that is up for debate.

Review by Deathy ★★★★½ Liked

Score : 9/10 ✅

-I will never, ever, ever again take something for granted...

-But we will.

Sharply-observed, eloquently meditative, accommodatively soulful, wonderfully minimalist, stealthily intimate, and yet, quietly holds regrets as the family dynamics are changed forever.

From the opening title sequence, where ceramic tiles and sculpted squares set the tone for the movie, Bonjour Tristesse do not hesitate to define its unhurried pace and delicate cinematography as the whole movie's primary tools to move the family to some places. I'm saying a big yes, or even hurrah!, to this because I love it when a film succeeds effortlessly in making me vibe with the tone it promotes.

As the summer retreats itself, one day at a time, like…

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Answers the question: what if Françoise Sagan’s characters texted? Lily McInerny’s biggest crime is not being Jean Seberg (and really not exuding any kind of star power whatsoever). The shots and scenery are all so beautiful. But as a hardcore fan of the book, I was feeling in advance that this should not be remade.

But of course, I was curious. Chloë Sevigny is great, but she has nothing to work with in her scenes with McInerny. Claes Bang is okay. But the movie completely misses the point of the book. Also, they treat McInerny’s Cécile like she is five years old with the wind-up toys and having her falling asleep in the car. A more apt title for the film would have been Bonjour, Ennui.

Vegan alert:
-Butter
-Ice cream (could have been sorbet, though)

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innovative new form of butter application on toast- will be adopting.

Review by KYK ★★★½ Liked

If you see a woman with a blonde Hitchcockian bun, pray for her.

Really lovely to see Durga's textural sensibilities and mood setting translated to the screen.

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this is my favourite type of film (one where chloë sevigny blows everyone’s shit up)

~ TIFF 2024 #1 ~

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Okay. I preface this review by saying I really didn’t like this at all, even hated it, so if that’s not your vibe feel free to skip. 

I think Elsa really hit it right on the nose when she said, in the stilted, forced-nonchalant and psuedo-profound way she delivered every single line without discretion, “nobody likes being read to, it’s always more fun for the person reading.” This movie I fear fell victim to the adapted-from-a-poetic-book syndrome. I read this book, I liked it—but there are some liberties we afford literature that when delivered like real true dialogue are painful, pretentious, out of place, unnatural… drinking game: take a shot every time someone says some stupid shit that doesn’t fit…

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A villa-bound summer of love and slice-of-life slow-burn drama, complete with the sabotage of an impending potentially villainous stepmother.

Too much of a talking heads dialogue piece to be as engaging as Tom Ripley imposter thrillers or the like, but it does indeed get more interesting towards the end.

Before you ask, no I have not seen the original adaptations or heaven forbid read the novel. I might now though... someday.