This film is more a poem than a movie. It traces the memories of its adolescent protagonist as they come to mind. But it is all about loss and love. It is the loss of a prosperous Vietnamese family's means and identity at the fall of Saigon, in 1975: the loss of a friend, the loss of lives through the brutality of war. It is the love this family found within a new country, in Québec: the different language, the endless winter, the loving sponsors who welcomed them. On the big screen cinema, where I watched this film, the majestic winter scenes of the Québec countryside are breathtaking.
It is Québécois cinéma at its best !
It is Québécois cinéma at its best !