French director Olivier Assayas (BOARDING GATE, IRMA VEP) subverts expectations with this empathetic drama about the fading relevance of objects as generations pass from one to the next.
saw Summer Hours, about six months ago, and not only sat through it again, not because I’d forgotten it, but because I was relatively certain after the first three seconds that I’d seen it before. I didn’t remember all of it, and once you get caught up in it, and even though you’ve seen it before, and I did figure out very quickly how it was going to end, because I actually had seen it before. It’s one of those movies that’s actually worth seeing twice. This is really movie making at it’s best. The French really know how to do it. You care about all the people — not a whole lot happens except you learn about love and family and life and death and all sorts of in consequential things like that and nothing is actually blown up. This is really at least a four, maybe a four and a half start movie. Don’t miss it, Summer Hours, I know it’s subtitled.