An acute awareness of the relationship between memory, whether personal or collective, and identity emerges as the engine of We.
What are people saying?
What are critics saying?
Diop’s small but potent act of subversion, in choosing disparate lives and moments that could seem linked by a railway line and nothing more, is not just to enlarge the idea of who is meant by the collective French “We.” It is also to reclaim the selection process for inclusion within that tiny, divided pronoun.
A subtle, respectful and enlightening patchwork of contemporary French lives.
It’s a film which needs an investment of attention, but there is a great observational intelligence and sympathy at work.