Film Review: Petite Maman

BRENT NORTHUP Film Review

Brent Northup

Petite Maman (French, subtitles)

At The Myrna Loy 

The time has come for all of us Terabithians to cross, again, the bridge from hurting to healing.

The French gem “Petite Maman” takes us there in only 73 minutes.

Like most readers I cried at the end of Katherine Paterson’s “Bridge to Terabithia.”

And those same tears fell when I watched “Petite Mamam.”

Director Celine Sciamma has lit another fire. Her first flames burned a dress and two hearts in her masterpiece “Portrait of a Lady on Fire.”

“Petite,” a meditation on childhood grief, burns just as brightly.

The journey begins at a nursing home where 8-year-old Nelly is saying “au revoir” to her adopted grandmothers whom she visits when she visits her own beloved grandma.

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One room is empty. Grandma has died.

Nelly got here too late.

“I didn’t get to say goodbye,” Nelly says later, through tears.

But inside Sciamma’s mystical Narnia-like world, Nelly may get her chance after all.

The journey backwards begins as Nelly’s family goes to grandma’s country home to collect

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