This is a remarkably skilled and satisfying piece of film-making. The situation is an ordinary one. A mother dies, seemingly anxious about how her three very different grown-up children are going to handle their inheritance. They have not thought about this until they have to. The film is about how they do so. The circumstance is presented in absorbing detail, the characters, provided with a first-class screenplay, are subtly drawn, brilliantly directed, and quite flawlessly acted, their relations with themselves and each other (and importantly, their children) are consistently compelling, and the outcome, though it keeps one guessing to the very end, is, when it happens, utterly persuasive. There is no gratuitous drama, no violence, no overt sex, no sentimentality, nothing in any way cheap or meretricious. The pace is perfect and whole is also just very good to look at. And it is very much a film: one can't imagine this being done in any other medium. Assayas's touch, in short, is flawlessly sure. Quite brilliant. And in the course of it all, we learn a lot about some fascinating French institutions, especially the Musee d'Orsay, and about a range of reactions to France's past and present. It surely merits ten stars out of five.
L'Heure d'été as its known in French, is a typical family drama that only the French seem to persist with. Compared to another recent rental, The Secret Of The Grain, this is a substandard entry. Very disappointing execution from Assayas and a storyline that never really delivers any emotion or drama. Even the normally marvellous Juliette Binoche cannot save Summer Hours.