Phillipe Claudel's film was saved by the last 30 minutes. And it's title. The title was probably the reason I decided to check out the movie. Something about it is so plan, yet so sincere. I think sincere would be the best way to describe this movie. A love letter to a lost child. A child killed by his own mother. An intriguing premise that is complemented with a very quiet movie. I wish it hadn't followed around the other sister so much, because I cared more about Juliette and her life after 15 years of prison. I cared about her and I wondered what could motivate her to kill her own son. I wondered what made her chain smoke and look out windows towards the bustling world unfolding around her. There is a scene involving a letter that is bonecrushing it its sadness. The last minutes of the film reveal everything, and it's not enough to justify the sense of loss we carry out.
I've loved you so long. Elegiaic.
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