Little break this week.
And I have been boring my family for days to go to the flicks. Well yes, I am already in the mood, you’ll see…
I absolutely wanted to see Juste une illusion because, after all, the 1980s are me!
I am from the generation who was on the parcel shelf during car rides, who spent hours on the telephone with their friends even though they spent all day together (à stay on track), who sung gibberish on Madonna at the top of their voice, and who ate ready-cooked dishes because “it’s really handy”.
Then, entering the film theatre, expectations were high.
And the titles started with a 1980s nod with the old Canal+ and TF1 logos. I smiled, Toledano and Nakache are really good.
My son, who sat next to me, whispered: “What are these logos? Are those buses? They were really like that…”.
When he was younger, he already thought that I was around when there were dinosaurs, so I jumped at the chance the opportunity to set the record straight: “Well no, I wasn’t around when there were dinosaurs, but I did witnessed the first computer, the landline telephone, “The Dating Game”, mixtapes, the Walkman, and “La Valise RTL”…”.
He was speechless, too many questions, I guess.
I finally could enjoy watching the film quietly…
I won’t tell you much about the content, it would be too bad to “spoil” (as 2026 teenagers say) but I was completely carried away. It’s believable, you dive into the nostalgia thanks to all the simply perfect details. You sing, you dance, you cry a bit (I am sensitive). And as a little “bonus gift”: my son (still him), who thinks we are going to get a divorce everything we raise our voices, left the film theatre completely relieved.
A well-made “feel good movie”. Go see it, it’s remarkable!
On that note, I leave you, I have to go explain to my son what the sex chat line is…
Have a nice weekend,
Camille
