How can something so tragic be portrayed so lovingly.
The movie follows the lives of two refugees from Central Africa, brothers, who are seeking asylum. They have left their well paid, intellectual jobs after violence in their home country forced them to come find safety for themselves in another country.
Suffering the loss of home and family and everything they have been familiar with, the young children remain strong, hopeful, loving through all the uncertainty.
Innocence lost too early.
They all find love, which is always held back in fear of that too being taken away. There are tender moments, which shine through all the pain.
How do you hold onto your intellect and stature and finally give up that one thing you owned- dignity.
I watch movies set in France for their beautiful locale, the Parisian love and lust for life and vibrancy.
What is most obvious here is not the presence but absence. Lack of status, the loss of dignity, the sense of not being welcome, and of running out of legal options if there is to be any chance of remaining.
The characters merge with the dull background, the chill in the air so well portrayed through the silent and austere living.
This movie shows the other side of French living.
How does one government decide whom to grant or deny asylum?
The movie ends up denouncing the system which considers migrants as just bodies to be moved across cities to serve a singular purpose, rather than a humanitarian approach to help settle and build hope for them.
The story touches you deeply now in times of the migrant crisis that has taken over my country during the recent COVID pandemic.
Home remains a hope and dream for many.
A SEASON IN FRANCE (UNE SAISON EN FRANCE)
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