The Guardians

Photography is beautiful and the actors do their best with a script which is anaemic in comparison with the novel on which the film is based. Many of the more interesting characters in the book are omitted, along with half of the setting - the people who live on the waterways. The ending is unbelievable.

I was smitten by Iris Bry as Francine and entranced by the film, thinking about French landscape from a different point of view in those war years. If you love film, sit back and enjoy a wonderful story that differs from the usual WW1fare.

Xavier Beauvois just does the most beautiful films. As with Of Gods and Men, The Guardians is full of quiet dignity and humanity, and it gets the emotions just right. There are so many films about the battlefront, it's great to see one focussed on the scene back home and on women's work, their hopes, their endurance, their grief, and even their betrayals. The pace is slow, and follows the events of the narrative as much as the seasons and the labour they entail. Beauvois is someone who takes the time to show people who are not often seen on screen go about their everyday life, their toil. When do we get to see women shovelling dirt, feeding fodder to cattle, or doing the harvest? It's sometimes hard to believe this takes place between 1916-20 and the contrast with our post-post-modern world is all the more valuable. We're lucky that a director of such talent chooses topics like this for his work.

Xavier Beauvois back in the 1990's made a very good film ' N'oublie pas que tu vas Mourir '. I saw it at a Florence film festival and was impressed especially as it approached the subject of AIDS from a heterosexual perspective. AIDs, drugs in Amsterdam and the former Yugoslavian civil wars was quite a combination, and for me it worked. It was stark and not made as a crowd pleaser and I admired him for it. I have lost track of his work since then, but after being on the shelf for a while I watched ' Les Gardiennes '. At first I was impressed by the routine lives set in rural France during WW1 and how the women coped with their lives, fathers and sons fighting. But as the film progressed I got bored with the prettiness of the photography and also the music which was bland given the subject matter. The central point of interest was the predicament of the character played very well by Iris Bry, and her unfair endurance at the hands of a so called ' normal ' family. Keeping the family together at all brutal costs is not in my code of existence, and Nathalie Baye ( excellent as always ) as the mother turned from understandable grief at the loss of a son to a moral monster. The young woman's predicament was distantly related to Thomas Hardy's ' Tess of the D'Urbervilles ' and her resilience similar, although fortunately she does not end up on the gallows. All the same the complicit togetherness of the family structure fortified by the mother repelled me, and the last scene of the film with its perfunctory open ended optimism stretched endurance to its limit. Overall the film seemed swamped by its ' beauty ' and no doubt many have liked that approach. The brief and truthfully shown war scene where all men on either side are seen as equals in the needlessly cruel hands of those who caused it was excellently portrayed. The pity of war was apparent. The pitiless huddling together of the remaining ' family ' was not. A 6 for the portrayal of the cyclic seasons and the long painful years which is rarely done in the cinema, and with less picture postcard photography and a less barbaric family I could have given it a 10.

Xavier Beauvois's film 'The Guardians' tells the story of a rural French family left behind during the First World War while the young menfolk are off fighting at the front. It's a quiet and observational movie, watching the rhythms of the agricultural calendar while human life is in some senses on hold. Unfortunately, the conceit is rather overdone: in six years, we see almost no signs of joy or even simple boisterousness, as if the war shifted everyone into a permanent state of dignified melancholy. The result is a overly slow and solemn story.