Our review of Passagers de la nuit, by Mikhaël Hers: good vibes

CRITICAL – The New Wave is still moving. The future will not be so hard. A shrug of the shoulders, and we’ll make short work of it.

It’s so far. For a bit, the film should have been in black and white. The 1980s, remember? Mitterrand had just been elected. Hope had rosy cheeks. Even if it did not last, jubilation was there. Archive footage bears this out. The grain of the photograph confirms the impression of a bygone past. Evening was falling on hearts and on the city. From her windows, in a Beaugrenelle tower, Elisabeth contemplates the Maison de la radio, on the other side of the Seine. Her husband left her. She stays with her two teenagers in this apartment with large bay windows.

The youngest writes poems. The eldest gives into activism. It’s their age. The times want that, too. The mother drags her loneliness and her insomnia into a trembling, almost foreign Paris. The chances of his walks led him to become a switchboard operator for a radio broadcast. France Inter. In a suave tone, Emmanuelle Béart responds to listeners who call her until 4 am. In…

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