Jeune Femme review: itinerant tale of a woman in the big city fails to hit the mark

Jeune Femme review: itinerant tale of a woman in the big city fails to hit the mark
2.0Overall Score

Renamed from the domestic title, Montparnasse Bienvenue, the curious, itinerant travelogue of Leonor Serraille’s newly coined (but equally French)  Jeune Femme is a peculiar watching experience.

Her protagonist, Paula (Laetitia Dosch), is inscrutable. A mysterious entity known no more to the audience come the close than is known in the beginning. Proceedings kick off with the aftermath of a gruelling break-up. Newly single, this pugnacious, mid-thirties woman walks the streets of Paris with her ex-boyfriend’s cat for company looking for employment.

Lost, lonely, confused and with sociopathic tendencies; hers is a mental health worry writ large. It is a worry to those watching. She weaves self-destruction seemingly at will. In some moments, she is a source of strength. In others, a pitifully frail wreck. Either way, a lack of self-care lies at the heart of problem.

As a backdrop, the grubby portraits of the metropolis lack the romance of stereotype. This is unvarnished Paris. A modern-day city painted as a place of broad compassionate destitution, save for the odd acts of kindness peppered in by the odd stranger. It is these few isolated moments that saves this work from being weighed down by too much sadness, bereft of hope.

When the light does creep in, it is joyous. A touching relationship develops between Paula and a child that she babysits in one of her jobs, Ultimately, however, Paula remains unknowable and not all that loveable. She shifts in the shadows and snuggles into the nooks and crannies that constitute the grey shades between truth and fiction.

Laetitia Dosch is charged with this balancing act. She has to hold the attention. Serraille fixes upon her and doesn’t let up. A lot rests on her shoulders, and if the film fails somewhat, it’s not for her lack of trying. Her performance is gung-ho and immersed totally and utterly into her charge.

What is already a patchy and ambling work, Jeune Femme falls away even further in the final moments. And this consigns its fate. The twists and tangles of the fabrications elicit little in the way of emotional engagement, and there’s not much in the way of intellectual interest either. Before the denouement, it was barely held together (much like Paula), but the conclusion smacks of one-helluva rush-job; akin to hurried attempts to meet a deadline or a filmmaker who has no clue how to resolve their tale. To paraphrase the familiar: all’s not well, (with) that (which) doesn’t end well.

Jeune Femme is in cinemas from 18th May 2018

About The Author

Greg Wetherall

Having upped sticks and marched down the A13 from Essex into the smog of London, Greg can be found ranting and raging as the Film Correspondent on the Jon Gaunt Show from time to time and also on his weekly 'The Film Review' podcast (plug alert - available on iTunes and Audioboom). Aside from Front Row Reviews, he also scribbles regularly for HeyUGuys. Lowlights, thus far, have been John Hurt scolding with the question 'do you really think like that?', upsetting acclaimed filmmaker Ondi Timoner with his piece for the Sunday Mirror and falling out with the blog editor of the Huffington Post. Oh, and he did bring Liv Ullmann to tears (but in a good way... more of a highlight, that one). He can also be found writing on theatre and music for the Islington Gazette, Ham & High, Hackney Gazette, Bargain Theatre, SupaJam and others. He's often moaning about how tired he is, and he's a frustrated musician.

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