With this third film we embark into arguable greatness. It’s a lovely
little British romantic comedy – not to be mistaken with traditional
“romcoms”, which seem to be a genre of their own these days, and often
carry negative connotations … but I digress.
It’s Roger Michell’s Le Week-End. In the vein of ’80s Woody Allen
and Linklater’s “Before” trilogy, we follow Nick (Jim Broadbent) and Meg
Burrows (Lindsay Duncan) as they return to Paris for their 30th
anniversary in order to relive their honeymoon and rekindle the fiery
passion that was once there. Within the first few minutes, we see that
the fire dwindled long ago.
Second, the painfully honest depiction of love, or the lack thereof,
propels this film into a higher tier of cinema. The film goes into dark
territory with style and wit, allowing the spikes of heart-wrenching
truths to stab into the most vital places of the soul. There is a scene
where Nick attempts to embrace Meg, to which she repels him. He asks,
“Why won’t you ever let me touch you?” To which she replies, “It’s not
love, it’s like being arrested.” There are many forthright moments
peppered throughout the film, and they hit hard every time.
Finally, as briefly mentioned above, Le Week-End borrows from ’80s
Woody Allen, applying Allen’s bourgeois sensibility and great dialogue.
Furthermore, it has a loosely comparable structure to Linklater’s
“Before” trilogy, where we watch the characters aimlessly wander the
streets of Paris for a large portion of the film, seeing their
relationship develop through their actions and experiences, rather than
long expository scenes that would lessen the impact. In sum, this film
struck a chord with me so deeply, it still resonates as I write this
piece. Le Week-End is available on Netflix, Amazon Instant Video
(currently streaming for free for Amazon Prime users), and iTunes.
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