Film review: Delicacy
Delicacy, M, 109 mins
Those whimsical, intellectual French, with their Gide and Genet, Descartes and Diderot, Rimbaud and Rousseau, Verlaine and Voltaire, Asterix and Obelix, um, baguette and jambon. Delicacy could only have been conceived by our Gallic friends, a tale of love lost and rediscovered, office politics, poking fun at the Swedes, red wine in street corner bars, adorable Audrey Tautou, subtitles, dream sequence finale, the lot.
Tautou plays Nathalie, so numbed by grief at the death of her husband that she blends into her bland office where the work is so mundane we never learn exactly what it is they do. Then she meets beige Swede Markus (Francois Damiens), bizarrely decides to kiss him, and embarks on an unlikely but touching romance that frustrates her smitten, slightly mad boss Charles (Bruno Todeschini).
Based on Le Delicatesse, a novel by David Foenkinos, the film is directed by Foenkinos and his brother, Stephane, with a light touch and is rather engaging if you can ignore some of the plot holes and the irritatingly straitlaced Nathalie. You can because Damiens' Markus is great, funny, self-aware, consciously batting above his weight and making light of it. With Todeschini having great fun with his addled executive, there's humour laced throughout the script that leavens the earnest love story and forgives the rather limp conclusion.
Sunday Star Times