... then why bother seeing it, I say. This is an often-risible, hardly believable story of a novice who takes two weeks off to find her twin brother and herself in the Camargue (lovely shots of the beaches). I did not believe this story for one minute, although the actors are appealing, especially the broad-faced Sophie Quinton and slim, athletic Clément Sibony, who plays her brother.
I suppose the French tradition of careful reconstruction of political, social or spiritual themes is now lost forever. I kept thinking wistfully of La Réligieuse, Thérèse, La Faute de l'Abbé Mouret, Le Journal d'un curé de campagne and any other film that crossed my mind as Avril unfolded before my disbelieving eyes. The last fifteen minutes were called absurd by some commenters, but I never found any solid ground in the picture. That Mother Superior was straight out of Bunuel.
I suppose the French tradition of careful reconstruction of political, social or spiritual themes is now lost forever. I kept thinking wistfully of La Réligieuse, Thérèse, La Faute de l'Abbé Mouret, Le Journal d'un curé de campagne and any other film that crossed my mind as Avril unfolded before my disbelieving eyes. The last fifteen minutes were called absurd by some commenters, but I never found any solid ground in the picture. That Mother Superior was straight out of Bunuel.