Mes frères et moi

Steadiest and durable french film made lately, feels like much of the production have been best of luck, and retakes isnt a word in the director vocabulary...

but it tells a story about summer, love among siblings and mutual hate between relative, its a film about when the wind passes over the epiglyttal valves, and a young boys love to the musical arts of opera, at the cap adge district of mediterranean france, with beutiful beaches and surprising bays and coves... so it maybe worth a look.

The cast mostly delivers ok, there are some wow-moments of nightingale singing, and gangsterwraps, but its mostly a story in french and for french. A small recommend from the grumpy old man.