Café de flore
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This is a gorgeous, flashy, widescreen epic, like "Boogie Nights" or "Casino," about the most essential things in life: Family, friends and love. But most of all, love.
The film is generous to all its besotted creatures, and to the audience as well. Viewers who fall in love with Café de Flore will find that it loves them back.
Modeled on his 2005 hit "C.R.A.Z.Y.," Vallee's fourth feature is another dense, decades-spanning tale that lets a cherry-picked soundtrack and impressive visual sequences do the heavy lifting.
The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
The film commands our attention again as more connections emerge -- not enough to fully solve the mystery, but sufficient to convince us that Café de Flore amounts to more than the triumph of style over substance.
Cafe de Flore constantly hovers on the brink on some revelation it never quite arrives at.
Postdivorce reconciliation tales - not to mention mother-whore disquisitions - don't get more elaborate than this.
Café de Flore - the title comes from a song heard in both halves - is like a story constructed from the perfume ads in Vanity Fair: the emotional problems of shallow, sexy jet-setters.
Beneath the surface panache lies an overlong, emotionally shallow study of so-called 'twin flames', possible reincarnation and learning to let go of love.
Remove the subtitles, and it's one of Cameron Crowe's head-in-the-clouds dramas, as scripted by M Night Shyamalan: an insultingly arbitrary reveal, preceded by vast, wailing washes of Pink Floyd and Sigur Rós. A very vanilla sky, this.
It's a pretty tired proposition to complain about movies being manipulative, but Café de Flore sets the bar especially low.
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