Spidersecu Don't Believe the Hype

Seraherrera The movie is wonderful and true, an act of love in all its contradictions and complexity

Yash Wade Close shines in drama with strong language, adult themes.

Skyler Great movie. Not sure what people expected but I found it highly entertaining.

Kirpianuscus the charm of Belmondo. the dialogs. the interesting story who is far to be special, original or extraordinary. an old man. and his search of purpose of his life. a dog. a young woman. and the air of life in a long trip. a film who gives only questions. about the career of a significant French actor who seems be the same with his character. for few scenes who seems be fragments of well known past. for the silences who are the pillars of a film who has only ambition for be a form of eulogy to the memories and the choices for preserve it. one of films who must see. because, in few scenes, the screen becomes window. film about nothing, in fact, it is one of rare occasions to discover the beauty of small things.

dbdumonteil It takes a lot of guts to fulfill such a role.Kudos to you,Philippe Guenot:this is your best comment so far!Or at least my favorite of yours !I am amazed by the very weak rating:this is not a subject hip people dig. Of course De Sica's harrowing " Umberto D "(1951) comes to mind (it is more or less its remake:Cesare Zavattini is credited);the most memorable scene of De Sica's masterwork is included :Belmondo holds out his hand to beg but he says he 's only looking if it is raining!And it roughly follows its plot. Francis Huster lets his cine buff inspiration flow:For instance,the sequence in the church will fatally remind the viewer of "Leon Morin Pretre" by Melville this memorable sequence when Emmanuelle Riva tells Belmondo that religion is the opium of the people ;to hear her reciting the gospel depicting Christ's death is gripping.It also recalls Julien Duvivier's masterpiece "La Fin Du Jour " (1939): in a house for retired people ,it depicted the sad end of aging actors :that may explain the numerous cameos by very famous actors :Robert Hossein's appearance does not exceed a few seconds (you read well) and a somber Bergmanian Max Von Sydow seems to have definitely lost his chess game with death.Pierre Mondy seems to cling to the tree of life but his words depict a depressing reality. Never perhaps since the great Duvivier,a French director had shown the wrinkled faces in close shot ,hoping against hope,and trying to smile in spite of everything.The young generation is featured too and then again,the choice of the actors is not gratuitous : Sarah Biasini is Romy Schneider's daughter ,the late actress with whom Belmondo had one of his first important supporting parts (Ein Engel Auf Erde ,1959);as Philippe points out in his insightful review, Jean Dujardin is Belmondo' s successor .Belmondo gives one of his best performances, a very restrained playing;his commitment to his part is extraordinary.Sometimes we feel he attends these scenes of everyday life,but he does not care anymore,as if he were in another world where only his doggie has a place ;it's not a movie you leave unscathed: the man's fate and all his friends ' is our universal fate ,that's why people do not accept the fact that time waits for no one and it won't wait for us all either.It will probably be Belmondo's swansong : Salut l'Artiste!

Armand not exciting. not extraordinary. only beautiful. for story. for cast. for memories about few great actors, each good in his genre. short, for the meeting, good/noble meeting. and for an exercise about solitude and search of purpose, for the dog and for the good intentions. maybe, the expectations are high for many viewers. but, I admit, not the performance, not the errors of script are important for me. only few scenes who reminds old roles. and a sketch about every day reality . the thin piece of nostalgia and sadness. and the end. or, maybe, only an old Belmondo in a movie who could have as subject himself. in rest, the excellent silence.

richteral Since there seems to be a requirement that the review be at least ten lines long, and since there is absolutely nothing anyone ought to write or say about this film, before I come to the single-word conclusion, which is more than is needed to assess the result of some awful waste of money, time, and even possibly talent in places, although it would be very difficult to ascertain where exactly that talent were to be found if one discounted the obvious life-time merits of M. Belmondo and how great he used to be in earlier times, despite his starring in some fairly mediocre fare as well as in evergreens that shall never perish, I am pressed to exercise some verbosity before coming with the inevitable: Unbearable. And there you have it.