This disk did not have subtitles (no matter what I tried, and I tried everything) and I don’t speak French :-(
What is the point?
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I usualy like foreign language films - though French ones have a reputation for being slow and tedious, and this is no exception. The movie can be summarised thus: lots of ethnic minority people go to work and come back to their tower block in the suburbs of Paris, then go out in a taxi, break down in the rain, go to a bar, drink run (though no-one ever explains why 35 shots of rum...) and a man drives a train; their is much philosophical and depressive talk of age and death. A shame really: there are much better films to be made about the French immigrant population. Perhaps it's because it's directed by a woman, and women directors usually focus on family relationships and soapy stuff rather than good plot and the story. Maybe this would have been better as a TV series?
So, in summary - if you want good entertainment, do not watch this self-indulgent French yawn-fest. If however you are suffering from insomnia, however, and need something to put you to sleep, this movie is highly recommended.
One or two stars - maybe one and a half, for the good acting.
This one quietly won me over. Nothing in 35 Shots of Rum is pushed, underlined, or sold with a flourish, and that restraint is exactly what gives it its pull. Claire Denis builds the film out of glances, pauses, routines, and the kind of small domestic moments most films would rush past. By the end, they carry more weight than you expect.
Alex Descas is excellent as a widowed father so bound up in habit and devotion that change starts to feel like a quiet bereavement. Mati Diop is just as strong, giving Joséphine a warmth and presence that makes every shift in their relationship land with real feeling. That café dance is the standout: tender, awkward, and quietly heartbreaking, like the whole film briefly coming into focus.
It's about love, but also the selfishness tucked inside it: the part that wants people to stay exactly where they are so you don't have to lose them. Warm, melancholy, and deeply humane. It doesn't shout, but it leaves a mark.