treat. The third new Juliette Binoche film (for me) in
the last six weeks. This one was released in France in
November '98 to mixed reviews at best. Myself, I'm not
inclined to offer anything remotely like a review. My
problem is that whenever Binoche is on screen, my eyes
are full with love, and I barely see the rest of the
mean to bore you with my subjective opinions of
loveliness; instead I'll bore you with some movie trivia.
This is the second film Binoche has made with director
André Téchiné, the first being "Rendez-vous"
(made in 1985) which was one of the first to bring her a
lot of attention. Certainly, if "Rendez-vous"
went down well with you, so will "Alice et
Martin". Both are love stories, though they're not
at all as straightforward as anything else you're likely
Binoche plays Alice, a
violin player who ekes out a living in Paris. She lives
with her (gay) friend Benjamin (Mathieu Amalric), an
actor who is similarly struggling to make ends meet. They
pool their money to pay rent and occasional utility bill.
Then Benjamin's brother Martin (Alexis Loret) arrives,
after having disappeared for over a month following the
death of his father. Within a week, he's found a job as a
model and is flush with money. Soon his eyes are full of
And on it goes until
Martin has a nervous breakdown, and the story takes us
into Martin's past so that we can understand the forces
that are driving him towards the story's conclusion.
How's that? Vague enough for you? Look -- part of this
film's appeal is the ride it gives you, and what kind of
pal would I be to tell you what's going to happen?
Watching the movie made me
want to be in Paris when the snow is falling. Or when
it's raining. Or whenever you can rent a round marble-top
table in a café and drink espresso and stare out into
Loret and Juliette Binoche