Don't Forget You're Going to Die

few admirable scenes. good acting. pieces of a story about a form of fight against life. an exercise by Xavier Beauvois not to convince but to give a sort of testimony about empty life. and the result is not bad. maybe,in some scenes, forced. a film about purpose, honest in its good intentions, cruel in a classic manner , cry from a long tradition, using the classical French cinema clichés but interesting for its beautiful moments. far to be great, it is body for delicate, precise images and that is its basic virtue. so, a good work, touching, cold, in same measure, not coherent at all but the kind of show who remains as few crumbs of memories.

If you've ever weighed up your life and concluded that it's been something of a waste (and, let's face it, who hasn't?), you may be moved by this excellent film. When faced with the prospect of his imminent death, the bookish protagonist embarks on a short slide of narcotic and sexual pleasure that takes him to Amsterdam and Italy. I was with him all the way.

It's certainly pessimistic. If you don't feel like killing yourself before you see the film, you probably will afterwards.

Xavier Beauvois is a fine film-maker. Most critics, though, failed to see the quality of "Don't Forget You're Going to Die". Beauvoir's next film - "Selon Mathieu" - wasn't even released in the UK.

this movie started off very slow, and unfortunately ended slower. due to the lack of maturity of the screenwriter, the director, and the star (all the same person - xavier beauvois) its hard to believe this film was released. fortunately, the powers-that-be in the European film industry chose not to release his next film. i saw this film under the auspices of the prix jean virgo film series at nyc's MoMA, & now question the quality of the future films selected to be exhibited.

this story unfolds in a very odd and uninformed way so that the audience is unfamiliar with preceding events, & therefore, has very little sympathy with the main character. without going into any detail of the movie, the ending is so undeveloped, again one wonders how this film was allowed to be financed. i love french films, & understand this unspoken rule of the "good with the bad...", so i do accept the occasional clinker. sadly, the wonderful actor, roschdy zem, participated in this farce. as to chiara mastroianna, she being the product of two cinema giants, i find her role difficult to define. maybe as an "angel" or as a "diversion", or simply an odd inclusion for no real reason, because "if" one were to follow the story line, there would be no woman in the latter stages of this movie.

at the end of the day; when french movies are good, its such a pleasure, when bad, they can be incredibly boring.

The film tells the journey of a young french man named Benoit after he learned that he had contracted the AIDS virus. Xavier Beauvois directs and plays the lead character. An interesting film in which Benoit embarks to an odyssey into the hell of sex and drugs in a desperate move to forget about his condition. The ending is truly surprising. Some scenes are a bit overlong (the drug taking). I was tempted to call this film "the french Trainspotting" but there is no humor to find in this one... score: 8/10.

Once in a while (and more often in summer, I'm afraid) a film arrives on TV that is so bad, so off-putting that I must fly to my keyboard to denounce it. Beauvois's is such a picture. The comment likening it to a French Trainspotting is apt, but it's more like Les Nuits fauves, because of the HIV-Positive status of the lead character. Then there is the homage to Rebel Without A Cause, and indeed all movies that have angry, self-destructive and UNINTERESTING heroes.

This man's short life is like a train-wreck. Failed art student, hopeless army volunteer, drug dabbler (why? we never see much reason for this behavior), finally for this bisexual there is an attempt at love with a stable woman whom he abandons at the first sign that it might work.

Chiara Mastroianni is photographed lovingly; her golden skin tone like a Renoir nude. She opens out the story, makes it sensual, vital instead of claustrophobically focussed on Beauvois's miserable urges. Roschdy Zem's talent goes unused, he's just there to demonstrate the use of certain drugs. Pity.