Nový život

Le témoignage personnel, fortement rétrospectif et, surtout, honnête, d’un fils à propos de sa famille et du squelette enfoui dans le placard. Superbe et imaginatif par endroits (musique et montage), drôle, mais un peu long étant donné qu’il ne répond jamais aux questions les plus essentielles (il manque de dialogues avec le père qui a quitté la famille, mais ce n’est peut-être pas tant la faute du réalisateur que l’incapacité et le refus du père à communiquer et à réfléchir à son cas de façon critique). (28/10/2012)

A boring, uninspired and sad boy makes a documentary about banal, boring and doleful people who are interesting only when they get lice; otherwise they spew out vulgarities, of which I was ashamed. Impotence hidden behind the lyricism of the family album, a show of uselessness, whose intimate dimension / informative value escapes me. I'm probably no better or more interesting than the actors, but it never occurred to me to pick up a camera and push it onto others as a testimony without a testimony... probably because I'm not from an arty enough family to be convinced of my own uniqueness. Sorry, this family etude should not succeed even as a year's work. (17/09/2013)

A monstrosity of excruciatingly drab persons still plagued with the classic sleepy film school cafe utterances in the vein of "I don't know... hard to say... I think I've finally found myself... it's hard to explain". I would have appreciated at least one exploding helicopter, anything but this monstrous ode to mundanity that spends three and three-quarter hours solving the same problem that 70% of the population has ever solved. It was incredibly reminiscent of long train journeys, where a hapless lonely person sits down in a compartment and the whole time he's droning on about how everything used to be better and now it's kind of fucked up... oh yeah now I see it was 77 minutes long. Unbelievable. (25/12/2013)