Juliette Binoche’s acting is always motivating, she leaves no room for doubt and shows that the fifties are no obstacle or barrier to starring in movies if you are worth your salt. We’ve enjoyed her in films as different as The English Patient, Chocolat, Certified Copy and Nobody Wants the Night, by Isabel Coixet, and she always shines brightly.
However, we have seen how in recent times her roles have hardened. We have seen her releasing rage, prey of characters involved in shady emotional conflicts, High Life and Let The Sun Shine In, both by Claire Denis. More recently, in Who You Think I Am she plays a teacher, tormented and self-conscious about her age and circumstances, who starts a relationship online, using a false profile, with a young photographer and does not dare to show her face or take the next step to meet him face-to-face.
Although a psychiatrist would have a lot to say, I seem to see a problem, rather than fear of insecurity behind that elusive attitude The film’s screenwriting reminds us of the shyness of Cyrano de Bergerac in facing up to love, leading us to ponder the pitfalls set by society where cosmetics and surgery reign. Leaving older people in the closet is no solution and fulfilling years doesn’t have to be that drama, scream it from the rooftops!
On the other hand, who can despise or ignore Binoche and I’m not solely referring to her physique. This, in my opinion, is surely the great failure of the film at its starting point. Because she, with her charisma and personal charm, will never be invisible and can captivate a young man if she is interested. On the other hand, it’s worth figuring out whether we’re talking about love or sex.
Feeling at ease with oneself, that is the question when you reach certain ages.
This film, with a Polansky ending, sets alarm bells ringing, warning us that there is no greater enemy than the one that does not exist and that it is as useless as it is absurd to get into it with the young people around us. Let’s not waste time on nonsense.
Let’s take the opportunity to perhaps revisit old films that never wain, like All About Eve, but not to dwell on hatred and frustration. Let’s desist from pointless battles and let’s work harder, not only in the gym, but also intellectually. What if we cultivate our spirit so that what really matters, matters? Cinema always teaches you, especially when it serves as a mirror.