Hold Me Tight

Matthieu Amalric's fine French film HOLD ME TIGHT begins with a woman leaving her husband and two kids (a boy and a girl) and driving away while they sleep. Or, so it seems.

Clarisse (Vicky Krieps) does leave her husband Marc (Arieh Worthalter) and children (played by four different actors at various points). But, was it this morning? Yesterday? Tomorrow? Or, ever? Amalric's screenplay adaptation of Claudine Galea's play, immediately makes it clear that little of what we see can be taken either linearly or even, literally.

Clarisse reveals herself slowly, but it's all purposely fragmented: She travels to a resort in the mountains. Visits a friend at a coffee shop. Takes on a part-time job. Flirts with men. All the while, she imagines what is happening to her family back home. Do they miss her? Are they angry with her decision? Better off without her? Amalric is constantly challenging the viewer. At various points, Clarisse seems to be almost telepathically communicating with her husband and children, even physically moving through their lives like a form of ghost.

Amalric's deft handling of difficult material shows a strong director's sense, Best known in the U. S. for his acting in QUANTUM OF SOLACE, GRAND BUDAPEST HOTEL and DIVING BELL AND THE BUTTERFLY, Almaric has now directed a half-dozen features and his experience on both sides of the camera are on clear display here. Amalric is abetted by the exceptional Krieps (PHANTOM THREAD, BERGMAN ISLAND) in the leading role. Krieps has a natural presence where she can appear to be both accessible and mysterious at the same time - open, yet never truly revealing. It's those very qualities which make the movie so intriguing no matter how inscrutable it may seem at times.

At a couple of key moments, we see Clarisse fumbling over a stack of old Polaroids. Are they her experiences? Her memories? Or, apparitions? After all, what are ghosts but memories? Moments in time to hold on to. And cherished in the moment.