Film

Bonjour Tristesse

Name: Bonjour Tristesse
Genre: Drama, Romance
Released: 1958
Cast: Deborah Kerr, David Niven, Jean Seberg, Mylène Demongeot, Geoffrey Horne

Coming-of-age

Deborah Kerr and David Niven star in this Riviera romance about a spoiled teenager determined to sabotage her father's chance at genuine love. Directed by Otto Preminger with lush cinematography and a jazzy score, it's stylish and morally complicated—a study of beautiful people protecting beautiful lies. You'll feel the Mediterranean heat and the chill of selfishness in the same breath.

TMDb rating

3.4

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you enjoy sun-bleached, slightly cruel character studies where the pleasure lies in watching vain, careless people circle one another and mistake their own cleverness for control.

Skip it if you need a story that moves forward with clear purpose; this one drifts through languid days and sometimes lets its central choices sit unexplained, which can feel frustrating.

What it asks of you: Settle into a brisk, feather-light running time of about ninety minutes, then give it patience, since much of the drama is in glances, idle conversations and the mood of a holiday going slightly sour.

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