Go see "Summer Hours," will ya?

It's got a 93% "Fresh" rating on Rotten Tomatoes! That's only 3 percentage points less than Star Trek! And one of the only two "Rotten" reviews is actually a review of Management!

I feel kind of bad right now for two reasons, the first being that I now feel obliged to come on like some goofy...blogger, and admit that I had intended to write about this film at some length, and got distracted by other stuff, and now that the thing's coming out tomorrow (in New York at least), everybody else has weighed in and I'm not prepared to do what I'm intended so instead I'm going to refer to something I wrote about the film earlier. The second reason is, of course, what I'm admitting.

So here's what I wrote about the film earlier, in and October 2008 post called "Caring versus Not Caring:"

"Olivier Assayas' beautiful Summer Hours is going for two things at once. It's both a film of ideas and a character-driven story that seeks to engage on a level that at least some viewers can, um, "relate" to. Sponsored by France's Musee d'Orsay, it's the story of a reasonably close-knit bourgeois family that finds itself in conflict after the death of its matriarch leaves them responsible for the fate of the matriarchs very valuable collection of art and antiques. As such, it's a study of how art functions in both private and community life, asking whether placement of art in a museum fossilizes it, deprives it of resonance. Given the film's sponsers, the answer is unsurprisingly not unambivalent. The film's characters, provided you do in fact warm to them, are whip-smart microcosms reflecting the Way We Live Now: there's the economist who doesn't believe in economics, who should be the most rational of the bunch, yet can't bear to part with what his mother's left behind (Charles Berling); his intense, insecure, slightly flighty artist sister (Juliette Binoche); and the youngest brother (Jeremy Regnier), whose career and familial ambitions make him quite eager to get some cash out of the relics—"You see, I do the math," he says to his oldest sibling in the film's most heated exchange. These figures, and what children they have, are all sketched with exquisite sympathy and apt detail. One roots for all of them. Unless, of course, one feels the way a certain German film critic I overheard on a queue at Cannes does: 'I don't like films about bourgeois people.'"

So what I was thinking about talking about in the longer post that I have not gotten around to writing was how Assayas is the most fiercely intelligent filmmaker of his generation, how there's really no contradiction between the Assayas who made the squirmy, sleazy genre consideration Boarding Gate and  Assayas who made this genuinely Renoir-esque film, stuff like that. But what I think is most important to convey about this film, particularly at this time, is what a sheer pleasure it is to sit through, how genuinely accessible it is. Summer Hours is a genuinely engaged and engaging picture at every conceivable level, and hence something I wanna recommend without reservation. I'd love to hear the thoughts of some readers after they've seen it. 

Comments

[Tony Dayoub]

I wasn't sure if I told you this back at the NYFF, but of all the films I saw there this was one of the best, behind only Che and Desplechin's A Christmas Tale.

And I'm embarrassed to say it, but it's the only Assayas film I've seen.

[Campaspe]

Well, after this I have to go see it because Mr. C reminds certain people of Assayas. :D

[Ekkehard Knörer]

I completely agree with everything you say. Funny enough, though: Summer Hours wasn't really sponsored by the Musee d'Orsay. It's a strange story, as there was the idea of a Musee d'Orsay omnibus film (I think) with Assayas, Hong Sang-soo and Hou Hsiao-hsien doing each a part. This fell through because politics interfered and told the museum they were not allowed to sponsor films. The filmmakers, however, simply went ahead and secured financing in other ways and then turned up with three masterpieces (haven't seen the Hou yet, but everybody says so and I am most ready to believe it). (The latest Tsai, Visage, now shown in Cannes, actually *is* sponsored by the Louvre, though. Make of that what you will.)

I know about this Orsee/Summer Hours story from an extensive interview we did with Assayas for the upcoming issue of Cargo. In German, but we may offer the (original) English transcription some time in the future on the website. Assayas is, I can only say, an extremely smart and likeable person.

[Glenn Kenny]

@Ekkehard—thanks for the clarification. Almost everything I've read about the Assayas and Hou films plays up these "sponsorships;" good to know the real story.

Would love to see that interview in English some time. I've interviewed Assayas as well (http://somecamerunning.typepad.com/some_came_running/2008/12/interview-olivier-assayas-on-irma-vep-and-beyond.html), and had a couple of opportunities to hang with him more casually, and, yes, he's both brilliant and likeable; relly great company.

[Gareth]

I went to a Q&A he did at a festival a few years ago, and I was struck by how easily he expresses his ideas: there are some fascinating filmmakers who seem to struggle to communicate in the different format, although Assayas did of course have a grounding as a Cahiers writer. I was also impressed by his absolute courtesy in dealing with even the most asinine questions that arise in these contexts (my question was, of course, utterly incisive), either from the audience or one-on-one when he lingered afterwards. I wish it were easier to see his first few features, of which I've seen only Désordre.

[bill]

Well, Term Paper liked it. Actually, this gives me the opportunity to thank you, Glenn, for trumpeting this movie so highly and convincing me to see it sooner than I might have otherwise. It was pretty wonderful. One thing that struck me is that there's a pacing to this thing that most thrillers don't even have, a grasp of unfolding narrative that I also noticed in another modern French film that I was semi-recently knocked out by, the Dardennes brothers' THE CHILD. Plus, all the acting is unassailable, with beautiful sketches being rendered of even the smallest of characters. Good stuff.

[bill]

No, I'm not sure what it means to "trumpet" something "highly", either.