La maison

One finds in this beautiful film all that makes us appreciate the work of Manuel Poirier. People who have been hurt by life, confronted with the wounds of their existence (here, a divorced man with children, the death of a father…), who try valiantly to cope, with their strengths and especially their weaknesses. A very human film, significant and right, with an infinite tenderness. The tone is melancholic, almost harsh, trying to come to terms with people and relationships, but also the links between them (both mysterious and changing). This house becomes the powerful symbol of it. But let this not stop you seeing it: La Maison isn't a comedy, but its characters are profound, perfectly interpreted (Sergi Lopez, as usual, but also Bérénice Béjo, very moving in an unusual register) and beautiful locations (one realizes how much the director loves the 'province'... he's one of the few who knows how to depict it really well). There is something of Pialat, in this film (in a positive way). This fascinating little jewel stays in our heads, like all sensitive and true works. In its own way, a small miracle.