Éric Rohmer movies are what you watch when you want to experience the thrill of someone putting into words something you might never have been able to express yourself. The magic of his characters is that they’re breezily candid, even if that honesty doesn’t protect them from committing the same contradictory foibles we all do. Pauline at the Beach is a dazzling example of that quality; it may even be more honest than usual, because it also tells a truth about its characters that they’re not even aware of themselves.
The most perceptive character is actually the youngest: 15-year-old Pauline (Amanda Langlet), who’s vacationing with her older cousin Marion (Arielle Dombasle). Having never fallen in love herself, Pauline receives a thorough education in the matter by observing the love triangle that Marion becomes entangled in with needy Pierre (Pascal Greggory) and predatory Henri (Féodor Atkine). Though the adults give the film its brilliantly articulate philosophical meditations on love — ranging from the idealistic to the dispassionate — their actions often fall short of their words. Shot through Pauline’s keen eyes, Rohmer’s film wryly reveals the decisive role that delusion and unchecked ego play in so many grown-up lives — ironically making the self-aware and measured teenager the most mature of all.
Marion is about to divorce from her husband and takes her 15-year-old niece, Pauline, on a vacation to Granville. There, she meets an old love...
A teenager comes of age on an eventful holiday on the French coast.
The characters. As ever, this Rohmer film feels extraordinarily true to life thanks to the cast’s fluid performances and the writer-director’s singular style. It’s a credit — though not a pleasure — to Rohmer and Atkine that this effect extends to the most odious of the ensemble, Henri, whose wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing nature cuts disturbingly close to the bone of reality.
A very accurate title — she does, in fact, go to the beach — sets the tone for a very frank movie.
Berlin
1 win, 1 nomination
