Suzanne is not only Leonard Cohen’s adulteress, Verdal, but is also a girl, like so many: a problematic adolescent only at the moment in which she falls in love and, like a storm, shakes the lives of those who revolve around her. Of no importance is her happy childhood with her sister Maria and the sacrifices of her father. Of no relevance is Charly, the child who arrives without much ado; no.
Suzanne believes in that incessant beat that only total abandonment can satisfy. The epilogue? One discovers it, trying not to be noticed, remaining seated, in the dark of the projector. Katelle Quillevere directs this delicate, poetic and lyrical film. The colour of the emotions is given by brushstrokes of light and shade, cutaways, movements, gestures and silences. Family relationships and narrative ellipses, that allow our imaginations to wander, and confessions. Sara Forestier is sublime. The proof that we do not need a great hullaballoo around something beautiful.
Text by Alessandra Sutto