Memorias de París

A leaky pen. A notebook. A Birthday cake. A tattoo. Details. Some clear, others vague. Mia (Virgine Efira from Verhoeven's BENEDETTA) is a young Parisian woman in a stable relationship. One night, by happenstance, she finds herself in a restaurant. Out of nowhere, an armed assault. She's injured. Blacks out - but, survives.

Alice Wincoer's gently searing drama is loosely based on a coordinated 2015 terrorist attack on several sites in the Paris area (her brother was a survivor). Wincoer who co-wrote with a pair of screenwriters, always keeps the focus on Mia and the other survivors and their friends and families from that cafe. The terrorists are never clearly seen, nor are the other attacks explicitly spelled out.

Mia is more than merely shell-shocked. Her psychological wounds are more debilitating than her physical ones. Because she passed out, her memory of the event is scattered. The survivors form a support group and they help one another remember - if they choose to. Some want to reconnect, others recoil. Thomas (Benoit Magimel) was a man who's Birthday the cake was for. He is one of the 'lucky ones' in that he has full memory of that fateful night.

Wincoer (who wrote the screenplay for the wonderful Oscar nominated MUSTANG), does a fine job here inviting the viewer to piece together Mia's journey along with the character. The audience is never ahead of the woman, nor does the filmmaker rely on sensational dramatic turns to amp things up. It all unfolds at a placid pace. There are a couple of jolting jump cuts as if to remind one that such shocks could happen to anyone, anytime.

REVOIR PARIS doesn't have a pat ending. Mia and Thomas have their lives impacted, but they are all individuals and what may hold for one, may not for another. All that is certain is uncertainty, but there's also a kind of solace in living in the moment and embracing those around you while one can. REVOIR PARIS is one of the most moving movies of the year.

Or a tribute to the "before"and also the "after". This screenplay is brilliant, intelligent, the story of a young woman who survived after the killings in Paris of November 13th 2015. I am even surprised that it was not made before, since seven years now. Virginie Elfira is really a rising star for the French cinema. Her character survived the killings but can't remember what she actually did just before. Another survivor, whom she met on the memory settings of the events, accuses her to have run away in the women's room, to hide, whilst the other folks were slaughtered. So, our lead will try to excactly find out what happened. A typical French sensitive drama. I will remember this film, unlike the female character with her behavior before the killing. The only detail that bothered me is that it is again question of the migrant issue; a recurrent element in most of social French films. I am a bit tired about this. I understand that most directors want to speak about such a problem, but it annoys me. They absolutely want to be "fashion", see what I mean?

I knew it was to be considered an arthouse film and that there was to be some violent attack within Paris. It was good that I was not told too much because I would not really have wanted to see that terrible attack in November 2015. It is and it isn't but is amazing and one of my best films for some time. At the very beginning there is a slow zoom from within a room looking out through the curtains and beyond the balcony. As the shot is held and there is a lovely view of Paris although it is not one that I recognise or identify. This surprisingly, unspectacular zoom reminded me of the long one at the end of Antonioni's, The Passenger (1975) dialogue is splendid the memory plays with us and so unsettling that it gives me the shivers. Obviously we have the appalling and sickening moment but it is later on that Mia (Virginie Efira) remembers little bits now and again and it is thrilling but worrying all the time. It is not usually the Paris we know but the bustling streets and noisy traffic and the thrill of the action more of Mia and her uncovering what and who she has to find. Clever and intelligent piece quite remarkable and I want to watch it again, after a little while.

'Paris Memories' explores the aftermath of a traumatic incident. Mia survived a terrorist attack at a restaurant, and three months later, she is still haunted by the attack. She is having trouble remembering the events, and attends support groups for the survivors.

Thanks to a good performance by Virginie Efira, we feel her agony, and desire to remember, which will ultimately allow her to move on. In the process, she distances herself from her boyfriend, Vincent. (I couldn't understand why Mia wanted to shut him out while he was trying to help her, but this is revealed later.)

Mia meets survivor Thomas, who remembers the incident very well. Helping her to remember, they develop feelings for each other. Mia also begins a quest to finding the man who comforted her during the attack by holding her hand.

Although this is a well made film and deeply emotional, I must be honest I eventually found it a bit boring. With quite a bit of talk, it wasn't all that exciting. I've never really been one for talky dramas, so forgive me for feeling this way. I did like the satisfying ending, though.

It's an enjoyable film, certainly worth the time. My major issue with it is that it's predictable. The lead reminds me of Jeff Bridges in Fearless and William Hurt in The Doctor. Both have traumatic experiences that make relationships with current lovers difficult if not impossible; a change of life is called for. That's what these films apparently require for plot, but is that true? Millions of men return from war to the same wives, jobs, lives. Other check boxes are ticked off: the co-survivors to whom the lead now more strongly relates; the initial accusation of guilt, later disspelled; the noble member(s) of the minority underclass that gets the lead all through it. For these requirements, sometimes the plot has phony constructs. Having said all that, the movie keeps you entertained, if it isn't really moving.