What attracted me to this one was the billing. Jacques Gamblin who I have yet to see give a bad or even mediocre performance plus Zabout Breitman who directed one of the finest French films of the last few years, Se Souvenirs des belles choses, and is an equally fine actress plus Deborah Francois, the very promising newcomer who scored heavily as the Page-Turner a couple of years ago. There's not that much to it; we're privy to the highs and lows of a family over a period of several years; they laugh, they cry, they fight, there are crises to be dealt with and they are; The penultimate scene is just Zabou sitting silently and I can still see it forty eight hours later. Not, of course, for everyone but then what is.
