This movie. Oh my. The Big Chill is one of my favorite movies, and there are definitely similarities here which might be why I enjoyed it so much. But wow, absolutely wonderful film. Could not stop crying the last 15 minutes, but I needed it so whatever.
Anyways, excellent excellent film.-Emily
“‘She is not comfortable in her life. On the surface she’s got a great bunch of friends but inside she is very insecure - so I see myself on the big screen. It was unbearable and I couldn’t watch it.’ Marion breaks into a smile, eager to place on record that not everything in the film is her, assuring me that, unlike Marie, ‘I’ve never slept with the entire city like she does - boys, girls. I mean, I had my experiences but not like, “Woo hoo! Party! Sex time!’” Then, thinking back: ‘No, it was so weird. It was like, “Oh my god, this is me. That’s what I feel.” And you don’t want to see yourself [feeling genuinely] uncomfortable. It was kind of hard.’”
|—||Marion Cotillard on her most true to life role as Marie in Les petits mouchiors.|
|When Les Petits Mouchoirs ended I was surprised, nostalgic and reflective. I was surprised because the ending was unexpected; nostalgic because it reminded me of my college days; and reflective because I was questioning the translation of the title of the movie: “Little White Lies.” To be semantically correct, I don’t think the film is about lies, but rather secrets and, specifically, what we keep from our close friends and loved ones and who we trust to tell what. Now, that does beg the question: what is the difference between a lie, a secret, and honesty in general, but that’s a separate discussion.-Persephone Magazine|