a grown-up movie

We saw this film, L'Heure d'Été, this afternoon. No guns, no screams, no bad language, no drugs (well, almost no drugs). Intelligent conversation, real-life issues that either have already or soon will confront us all. The matriarch of a French family gathers her three adult children in her country estate to talk about the eventual disposition of the valuable treasures in the house, and the house itself, after her death. It is a bittersweet tale of an haut-bourgeois family laden with history and memory, of the ties to the past and the wish for the future. This is not a movie that will be appreciated by anyone under 30 and that's a great part of its appeal.