Recently watched two films by the French direc­tor, Cédric Klapisch. ‘L’Auberge Espagnole’ and ‘The Russian Dolls’, the lat­ter being the sequel. They tell the story of a young writer, Xavier, his year in Barcelona, and sub­se­quent rela­tion­ships grow­ing out of that year, pri­mar­ily back in France. I enjoyed them both, but liked the first one bet­ter. Nothing deep, but an inter­est­ing salad of nation­al­i­ties, quirks, and eccen­tric­i­ties, mixed together and pre­sented with a touch of French sea­son­ing that reminded me a lot of ‘Amelie’. Klapisch uses the cam­era well, uses mod­ern tech­niques to splice and dice the story, shift per­spec­tives, speed up and slow down time, dis­tance, long­ing. He knows how to employ beau­ti­ful women to good effect, like Audrey Tautou, Judith Godrèche, and Cécile De France, among oth­ers. But, most impor­tantly, he real­izes the neces­sity of get­ting the audi­ence to like the char­ac­ters, despite their flaws, care about them, want to fol­low them on their crazy mis­ad­ven­tures. And I did.

Now, I’m a big fan of angst, art born of tragedy, deep, dark depths and so forth. But some­times you just want to see lite fare, intel­li­gently done, acted, con­veyed. Sometimes the world is far too real, and you want to escape into a land of ener­getic lives and loves, of crazy sit­u­a­tions, beau­ti­ful faces, locales, and lots of hope for the future. The two French come­dies men­tioned fit the bill.

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