A group of twentysomethings take a walk down "Memory Lane" and head straight into a cinematic brick wall.
A group of twentysomethings take a walk down “Memory Lane,” and head straight into a cinematic brick wall, in debuting scribe-helmer Mikhael Hers’ nearly comatose ensemble dramedy. Meant perhaps as a French response to mumblecore, but sans humor and with more pontificating than mumbling, this stilted summertime portrait of seven friends with assorted issues is both narratively inept and too self-serious to be enjoyable. Following berths at Locarno and London, pic will see a small Gallic release in late November. Scattered Francophone slots are feasible.
In a Parisian middle-class suburb, band members Vincent (Thibault Vincon) and Christelle (Dounia Sichov) slowly — ever so slowly — grow intimate, while sisters Muriel (Lolita Chammah) and Celine (Stephanie Dehel) cope with their fatally sick father (Didier Sandre). Other characters mull about, bored, drunk or depressed, in a blase ambiance that grows increasingly irritating as the plot fails to surface. Some graphic coupling late in the game does little to boost the mood, which is mired in self-conscious perfs by thesps who act as though they’ve popped a few too many Quaaludes. Warm, naturalistic lensing by Sebastien Buchmann makes the ennui watchable enough.