Movie review: ‘Young Mothers’ by Dardenne Brothers

In Young Mothers, we have four teenagers navigating their motherhood while dealing with addiction, love, unstable parents and absent partners

By Anuradha Vellat

No process tests the spirit like motherhood does. A body in continuous transition for nine months for humans. Even the non-mothers know that growing a fetus inside takes a toll and might even change the body’s anatomy for good. Add to this the cocktail of adolescence and you have an impending train wreck.

In Young Mothers, a French feature directed by Jean-Pierre Dardenne and Luc Dardenne – referred to as the Dardenne Brothers – and screened at the Dharamshala International Film Festival (DIFF) 2025, we have four teenagers navigating their motherhood while dealing with addiction, love, unstable parents and absent partners.

Perla, Julie and Araine are new mothers, their babies only a few weeks old. Perla pesters the father of the child, a teen himself, to be with them. He is dismissive of her. For Julie, the struggle is her own addiction. She distrusts herself with the responsibilities. Araine, meanwhile, understands the precarity of the life that lies ahead. Growing up with an abusive parent, she knows the repercussions her own baby might incur and wishes to give her away.

The girls – Jessica, Perla, Julie and Araine, played by Babette Verbeek, Lucie Laruelle, Elsa Houben and Janaina Halloy Fokan, respectively – live in the maternal home in Liege, Belgium, and are at the crossroads of adulthood. There is no pregnancy glow, no time for cravings, no partner to take turns to hold the baby. Just a few good women, symbolic of their own absent mothers, at a shelter, who have their backs to help them from falling into an emotional cesspool. Jessica is due any time soon, which is when she longs for her own mother who abandoned her as a child.

The girls want to assert themselves because they have just undergone a very adult process. However, they are scared of the consequences of their assertions which further confuse them. The girls see their relationships with their children as extensions of their longings in life, with fears of guilt and abandonment creeping in every now and then.

The phenomenal thing about Young Mothers is that the Dardenne Brothers do not delve into a singular state of being. They use the complexities of the community of teenage mothers to drive the plot. The directors are aware of the impossibility of describing the process of carrying a child so they stick to teen impulses and the actors deliver extraordinarily. Shot with a handheld camera, the scenes are intimate and often anxiety-inducing, especially because it involves weeks-old children in the arms of their “child mothers”.

The Dardenne Brothers trust their viewers with the intelligence of interpretations, which was evident from the ample conversations after the screening: Was the film about the universal question of motherhood? Was it particularly intense because of undetected post-partum showing up in individual ways? Was it about assertion of identities, which subverts the trope of a sacrificial mother?

It is difficult to arrive at conclusions after watching Young Mothers but the longing for closure is a closure in itself.

Source: DIFF review: ‘Young Mothers’ by Dardenne Brothers | Hollywood

Seduced by Bonjour Tristesse 

Otto Preminger’s classic ushered in a new wave of vibrant, Technicolour film-making

By John Patterson 

Renewed acquaintance with Otto Preminger’s Bonjour Tristesse, after 30 years, compels me now to re-rank it above Anatomy of a Murder as the Austrian exile’s supreme masterpiece. Based on Francoise Sagan’s scandalous novel about an enfant terrible and her forbidden games on the sun-drenched French Riviera, it offers the most compelling performance the brittle and tragic Jean Seberg ever gave; and it showcases all of Preminger’s virtuosity with CinemaScope framing and three-strip Technicolor.

Seberg is Cecile, half jaded sophisticate and seasoned casino denizen, half teenage naif and plotter, the over-indulged daughter of meretricious playboy Raymond (David Niven). Their emotional intimacy borders on the incestuous: they have “the perfect marriage,” says Raymond’s blowzy mistress Elsa, a remark humming with possibilities. The arrival of Raymond’s new lover, Anne (Deborah Kerr), who clearly sees herself as a replacement for Cecile’s dead mother, stirs up an intense and tragic sexual jealousy on Cecile’s part. Where this will all lead we can only imagine, but from the film’s wintry black-&-white framing sequences, set half a year after that Technicolor summer, we know it can’t be good (look out for the first, shocking dissolve to colour – it burns).

Preminger’s artistry came into full flower with the arrival of widescreen and blazing colour in the early fifties. His metier was always mise-en-scene over cutting, and the wide frame allowed him to depict his stories and relationships spatially, rather than through coercive editing – there are few full close-ups in Bonjour Tristesse. The arrival of Anne pushes Cecile out of the central space she has occupied so happily with her father, and suddenly, doorways, curtains and other visual obstructions exile her to the margins of the frame, her place cruelly usurped. In terms of colour, this is the war of the reds and the blues, their complex interplay telling us much about the strength or weakness of characters in any given moment; watch for Cecile, hungover in a blue shirt, a fiery red ice-bag on her sore, angry, scheming head. It’s amplified in the Mediterranean landscape of eternal, immovable red coastal rocks and the ever mutable blue seas and skies.

The casting hews closely to the performers’ abilities and personalities: Niven rakish and inch-deep, Kerr prim and wide-eyed, burning with suppressed sexual hunger, and Seberg the scorned child-woman, still recognisably the Iowa high-schoolgirl she’d been a year earlier, but also now a movie star and new-minted faux-Parisienne sophisticate – her thespian shortcomings, hesitancy and natural Midwestern diffidence all become advantages here. She’s magnificent – and her short-cropped bob foretells Mia by Sassoon in Rosemary’s Baby a decade later.

America hated Bonjour Tristesse, but the French went crazy for it. It’s a key wellspring-movie of the French New Wave – it gave Godard his iconic Patricia for Breathless and a visual scheme for Contempt; Rivette was an aficionado, and Truffaut an almost rabid fan – he originally wanted Seberg for Day for Night.

As usual, the French were right.

 

Source (Aug 2013): Seduced by Bonjour Tristesse | Film | The Guardian

Watch this exuberant exploration of the French New Wave

A playful, poignant love letter to cinema, Nouvelle Vague reimagines the making of Jean-Luc Godard’s Breathless in an exuberant exploration of the youthful rebellion and creative chaos that shaped the French New Wave.

Directed by Richard Linklater, starring Zoey Deutch, Guillaume Marbeck, and Aubry Dullin. Nouvelle Vague, in select theaters October 31 and on Netflix November 14 in the US