What is it about Palme D'Or winners these last couple of
years? In '98 it was "A Taste Of Cherry", a film about
a man who wants to commit suicide. Distinctly uncheery. Then in
'99, it's "Rosetta", a film about a young woman who
lives with her miserable mother in a trailer park. All she wants
is a regular job, and every frame of the film shows her
determination to make that happen.
Emilie Dequenne plays Rosetta straight and grim in a jarring
performance that made me think of Tim Roth's film "Nil By
Mouth". Hour after hour of only the barest hope that the
future would be any better than the wretched present.