Petite Maman is a rare meditation on grief and loss as seen through the eyes of a child. It’s also one of a small handful of kids' films that exist purely within the genre of magical realism as opposed to fantasy. The 72-minute movie explores its themes in much the same way a great short story can. A good deal of the picture unfolds in silence, or at least without dialogue. And it has the deliberate pacing of a movie from an earlier time—one that takes place in an era before kids had cellphones and iPads to keep them entertained. The young star, Joséphine Sanz, appears in every scene, captivating the viewer and inviting us to experience the film from her perspective.
Sciamma’s work has always explored female identity and the emotional bonds between women (Portrait of a Lady on Fire), teenage girls (Water Lilies and Girlhood), and children (Tomboy). Up until Portrait, her pictures were grounded firmly in present-day reality. Petite Maman is distinctly ungrounded in both time and verisimilitude, but it captures youthful (and not so youthful) emotions with genuine insight. It’s an imaginative twist on my favorite type of movie—the brief encounter picture.
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