Who knew. Call a film Mothers and Daughters and it's not gonna draw flies. It's been done before - back in the 1960s Evan Hunter even wrote a fine novel with the same title, albeit he did so after he'd established himself as a fine writer as no one is going to buy something with so banal a title by an unknown. Similarly Julie Lopes-Curval has turned out some excellent screenplays and made a great writing-directing debut with Bord de mer before hitting us with Mothers and Daughters which is close to a masterpiece. The story of three generations of women benefits enormously from the actresses chosen, none more so than the outstanding Marina Hands, who, as the last generation, i.e. the daughter of Catherine Deneuve and granddaughter of Marie-Josee Croze is saddled with the emotionally-scarred baggage of the two previous generations; it's impossible to overpraise the acting of all three leads who take the brilliant screenplay by the scruff of the neck and wring it dry. Not perhaps one for the Multiplex exactly but a terrific art-house entry.
Review of Hidden Diary
