Hell

  • October 23, 2018 / 19:00
  • October 28, 2018 / 14:00

Director: Danis Tanović
Cast: Karin Viard, Emmanuelle Béart, Marie Gillain, Jacques Gamblin
France, Italy, Belgium, Japan, 2005, 98', color
French with Turkish subtitles
 
In Paris, during the eighties, a man freed from prison is rejected by his wife. Sophie, Céline and Anne, the three sisters, are now adults, each pursuing their own life. Family ties have been severed. Sophie, the eldest, is married to Pierre, a photographer with whom she’s had two children. The couple is going through a rocky patch. Céline, single, is the only one who takes care of their feeble mother who is in a retirement home. Anne, an architecture student, is having a passionate love affair with Frédéric, one of her teachers. A young man enters Céline’s life. Attractive Sébastien seems determined to charm her. What he reveals to Céline brings the three sisters together again, allows them to accept their past and to perhaps at last dare to truly live.
 
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