Flore

France

Beautiful, artistically filmed chronicle of the final years of a woman with Alzheimer's. She had been a vibrant charismatic artist until this disease began ravaging her brain, her persona. This was done by her apparently loving son but...why would he have shot so many intense close-ups of this poor woman as she declined?

If the disease is degrading then so was this film. He has ensured that his mother will be remembered as this belligerent gibbering idiot with sagging flesh and an aggressive demeanor. I couldn't escape the idea that he took her painful decline as an opportunity to make a film. Is that an act of love?

Unpleasant to watch in spite of the many lyrical visual touches.

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