Yolande Moreau, to me, looks like a real person. One I can connect with.
The people appearing in Hollywood (and, sadly, most European) movies are artificial, fake. As years go by, I find it harder and harder to care for the character or the world they live in. Sometimes the Hollywood Barbie-world is just immensely irritating and tedious.
But Yolande is one of us, the friend, the sister, the mother, the pharmacist, the teacher, the bookbinder, the wife of your colleague that sometimes comes with their 3 year old daughter to visit him at work... So yeah, I cared for the character she played in this movie. It kinda tore my heart to shreds, seeing Seraphine touch the chair on the balcony in the hospital. Because we care about people that are normal, vulnerable, that must work to feed themselves, that must fight through life, that are not omnipotent. We don't give a damn about invincible, all-powerful, colossal worship-worthy figures - they are just too far removed from reality for us to be able to empathize with.
Bathing in the river, she mostly reminded me of Kathy Bates in "About Schmidt."
Cringeworthy jokes aside, what a great performance! She has an amazing physical presence. In several scenes, wordless and with her back to the camera, she spoke volumes. The grand entrance is an actor's staple but with this film Yolande Moreau proved herself the master of the eloquent exit.