Did anyone else think . . .
that the Chopin-loving Japanese pianist got WAY too much time in this movie, and the articulate, thoughtful cemetery tour guide Bertrand Beyern WAY too little? After his moving discussions of forgotten poet Elisa Mercoeur and forgotten singer Danielle Messia, and premonition about his life at the age of fifteen, I could have listened to him all day. I wanted to reach for the fast forward every time Kimura came on screen for another endless take. There was nothing wrong with her playing, but it could easily have been used as the soundtrack for more visuals of the cemetery.
I was also disappointed that they never got around to Balzac's grave. But that's me.