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After Bataclan
ANGUS REID is astonished by a film of exceptional empathy that addresses a collective trauma
PTSD: Virginie Efira in Paris Memories
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SIMON DUFF relishes the cross contamination of Damien Hirst’s greatest hits by street artists from France and the US
In view of the grooming gangs inquiry, SIMON PARSONS feels the relevance of this powerful examination of trauma suffered at Medomsley Youth Detention Centre
JOHN GREEN doubts the motivations of a US war photographer who never questions why, or for whom, she is producing images of imperialist conflict
MARIA DUARTE reviews Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere, Hedda, The Mastermind, and Regretting You
TONY CONWAY welcomes a thrilling and concise history of Hope not Hate, that is also a manual full of tactical advice
PAUL DONOVAN welcomes an inspiring account of living with deafness that has important lessons for the treatment of deaf people in today’s UK
Paris Memories (15)
Directed by Alice Winocour
THE extraordinary benefit of having a national film culture is that this subtle and powerful medium can be used to process events of national significance for a mass audience and in an artistically satisfying and cathartic way.
But you’ll never have a national film culture until you reserve the majority of your screens for national product. That’s why it doesn’t exist in the UK (just go see what’s playing at your local Omni) but it does exist in France.
Paris Memories (a poor translation of Revoir Paris) is the kind of film that the French can make, and we cannot.
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