The presence of many Garrel themes and gestures make
this film of interest to devotees of the French
auteur. His heyday was in the Sixties and Seventies,
but he made a memorable and atmosphereic film with his
son Louis in the three-hour black-and-white 2005
Regular Lovers. That made Louis emblematic of 1968, a
role designated to him first by Bernardo Bertolucci in
his 2003 The Dreamers. After the favorable reception
of that flm, the senior Garrel used his son once more
as a suicidal poetic type in the attratively
photographed but unmemorable black and white film The
Frontier of Dawn (2008). This new digital color film
is a meandering, badly motivated and clumsily
photographed effort. The director is clearly just
treading water. A shame for both father and son (and
granddad Maurice, who was briefly in Regular Lovers,
and has a scene here again). Céline Sallette,
who was in the 2005 film, is appealing again here as
Élisabeth, the girfriend of best friend Paul,
played by TV actor Jérôme Robart. Again
the striking-looking Louis, often used by Christophe
Honoré (four films and a cameo in a fith),
arguably with more success, is cast by his father as a
suicidal artistic type, this time a painter.
But the big question is, what are all these French men
doing around Monica Bellucci in Rome? And what is
Bellucci, who appears overweight and sullen, doing in
this picture? If her name was meant to add cachet, the
idea backfired.
Other reviewers have pointed out that although the
film begins with the car-accident suicide of Frederic
(Louis Garrel) -- or was it only an attempted
suicide?, there is nothing besides his mopiness and
weepiness with his Italian wife (yes, they are
supposed to be married, and he's supposed to be a
painter, and the paintings are bad enough that the
actor might have painted them himlself) to explain why
he would want to kill himself. Just general
Weltschmerz, perhaps? or a growing awareness that he's
not a good painter and his wife isn't faithful? She
has a new Regular Lover of her own, someone picked up
on the set of the two apparently mediocre films we see
little moments of. CineCittà is used as the
set.
There are pointless and inexplicable comings and
goings, and there is a scare when Élisabeth and
Angèle (Bellucci) become hysterical over an
unexpected rodent. All these things doubtless have a
significance for Garrel, and would be understood by
adepts of his work. As a film they are inexplicable
and uninvolving and add nothing appreciable to what
can be found in Garrel senior's other films.
The tech elements are sloppy. The occasional piano
music is too loud and drowns out the dialogue at one
point. There are moments when half the screen is out
of focus and sometimes the color is hideous. There are
a few, but too few, moments of visual beauty, when the
people and the locations look great. Sometimes Garrel
seems to be transparently feeding off his previous
successes, with imperfect success. There is even a
dance sequence exactly like the long poetic one in
Regular Lovers -- same grouping, movements, gestures.
Only then it worked and here it doesn't.
Un été brûlant/A Burning Summer
debuted September 2, 2011 at the Venice festival, and
opened in Paris September 28 to fair reviews
(Allociné 3.2 from 16 press reviews), with the
hip Inrockupibles and Cahiers du Cinéma rating
highest. The Inrockuptibles' claim that Bellucci is
"very moving" and there is "a refined use of color"
suggests that critic was on another planet.