Film

A Sunday in the Country

Name: A Sunday in the Country
Genre: Drama, Family
Released: 1984
Cast: Sabine Azéma, Louis Ducreux, Michel Aumont, Monique Chaumette, Geneviève Mnich

Family drama
Slow-burning

A French chamber piece about a widowed painter's Sunday afternoon with his fractious family: a dutiful son, his restless wife, their children, and the painter's independent daughter who visits rarely. Bertrand Tavernier's film is all glances and silences, more interested in the shape of longing than plot. It's for anyone who believes the smallest moments can hold entire lives.

TMDb rating

3.5

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