Meine schöne innere Sonne

A Film by Clair Denis. Starts Dezem­ber, In french with ger­man sub­tit­les.

This dra­ma (if that is the cor­rect word) fea­tures Isa­bel­le, a divorced artist in paris. She is now sin­gle, lives alo­ne, and unab­le to deci­de if sear­ching for the One is an urgent prio­ri­ty or a fatui­ty which is pre­ven­ting her from enjoy­ing life and expe­ri­en­cing plea­su­re. She has lovers and the­se liai­sons are dan­ge­rous in that they don’t seem to pro­vi­de the satis­fac­tion they ought.
All the romance, the ero­ti­cism, the exqui­si­te dis­sa­tis­fac­tion of not kno­wing how or whe­ther to be in love, is all disper­sed into tal­king and deba­te and the intel­lec­tu­al inter­play of ide­as. Of cour­se that may sound like an un-sexy orde­al and very French. And in bla­ckest of black comic sen­ses that is pre­cise­ly what it is. The talk’s comic con­tent is most­ly wit­hout the easy laughs and obvious comic beats of, say, Woo­dy Allen or Noah Baum­bach. But the­re are big, genui­ne laughs here, too: chief­ly when Isa­bel­le explo­des with rage at an artists’ rustic retre­at when one of her con­tem­pora­ries gives vent to an insuf­fera­ble dis­cour­se on his rela­ti­ons­hip to the coun­try­si­de. (Peter Brad­shaw)

 

Credits:
OT: Un Beau Soleil Inté­ri­eur
Frank­reich 2017, 94 Min., frz. OmU
Regie: Clai­re Denis
Kame­ra: Agnes Godard
Schnitt: Guy Lecor­ne

Dar­stel­ler: Juli­et­te Bino­che, Xavier Beau­vois, Phil­ip­pe Kate­ri­ne, Paul Blain, Gérard Depar­dieu, Nico­las Duvau­chel­le