Canada / France,
2002, 113 min
Shown in 2003
CREDITS
- dir
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Manon Briand
- prod
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Luc Besson, Roger Frappier, Luc Vandal
- scr
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Manon Briand
- cam
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David Franco
- editor
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Richard Comeau
- mus
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Simon Cloquet
- cast
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Pascale Bussières, Julie Gayet, Jean-Nicolas Verreault, Geneviève Bujold, Norman Helms
- source
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COMMENTS
Manon Briand in person.
OTHER
A very rational woman finds herself overwhelmed by the irrational in this atmospheric, deftly humorous mystery of rivers, tides and emotional ties. Alice is a high-tech Canadian seismologist more obsessed by earthquakes than heartaches, avoiding any potential chaos in her life by concentrating on scientifically explaining—and even predicting—the tremors and quakes of the earth. Leaving her new life in Tokyo, she returns to her backwater Canadian hometown to research a strange occurrence—its tides have mysteriously ceased, a bizarre event that seems to have infected the town itself. The locals now play golf on the sand bank where water once flowed, forest fires rage in the distance, an unbearable humidity soaks the air, an adopted child sleepwalks through the streets and—worst of all—an attractive man Alice just met has had his phone number torn from every phone book in town. Alice knows there’s a rational explanation for such events, but science and logic may soon be overwhelmed by the chaos and human desires that surround her. Aided by evocative, almost metaphysical imagery and an atmospheric score, La Turbulence des Fluides creates a world of its own, part David Lynch, part feminist mystery thriller, where the earth reflects the unease of its inhabitants, and where the ebb and flow of life must slowly be restored.
FACTOID #210
When Ginger Rogers appeared for a tribute at the SFIFF in 1984 (’sporting hair with the color and richness of whipped butter,’ wrote the Examiner), she shocked the packed Castro Theatre crowd at her 1984 tribute when she griped, ’The filthy mouths we’re hearing in films today’I won’t pay to see these movies. I’d rather stay home and make jam.’
