Au Crépuscule d’Une Vie
This movie has taken the edge off my fear of death.
“The mother of Sylvain Biegeleisen, a film director, is 94 years old, but in her mind she is still 20. She laughs, smokes cigarettes, sings and kisses. She is confined to bed, and her son spends hours of intimacy with her, which range from complete clarity and assertiveness to moments of loss of memory in which she uses another language, the language of caress.
This is a movie with a great sense of humor, joy and optimism, even when it touches upon the possibility of an imminent separation.”