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Bonjour Tristesse : A Sun-Soaked Spiral into Guilt and Grief

  • Reel Reviewer
  • May 15
  • 3 min read

Updated: May 26




Based on the novel by Françoise Sagan

Some films don’t demand your attention - they lure you in, gently. Bonjour Tristesse is one of those. Set against the shimmering beauty of the French Riviera, it opens like a breezy vacation :all sunshine, sea, and summer flings : but slowly peels back layers to reveal a quiet, devastating study of guilt, loneliness, and emotional manipulation.

I caught this at TIFF, and days later, I’m still haunted by its calm unraveling.


Freedom, Until It Isn’t

Cécile, a 17-year-old girl, is on a holiday with her charming, pleasure-seeking father Raymond and his vibrant companion Elsa. Their lifestyle is effortless: no rules, no judgment, no expectations. Cécile spends her days swimming, lounging, and casually dating Cyril - the summer is hers to waste.

Elsa, far from shallow, fits naturally into this world. She’s warm, intuitive, and perhaps the only adult who truly sees Cécile without trying to mold her.

Then Anne arrives.

Elegant, intelligent, and controlled, Anne is a family friend from Raymond’s past. She represents everything their life isn’t -discipline, responsibility, emotional restraint. What begins as a polite intrusion turns into a complete transformation when Raymond suddenly announces that he and Anne are getting married.

The air shifts. Elsa leaves. And Cécile panics.


A Teenage Power Play

Anne’s presence brings structure, and with it, pressure. She disapproves of Cyril, wants Cécile to study for university entrance exams, and tightens the emotional leash Raymond had always left slack.

For Cécile, it feels like suffocation.

There’s a brilliantly uncomfortable breakfast scene where Anne, Elsa, and Cécile share a table -each woman a visual contrast in posture, energy, and gaze. Elsa leans into the morning light. Anne sits upright, poised. Cécile, caught in the middle, quietly mimics Elsa - a silent rebellion.

Desperate to reclaim control, Cécile hatches a plan: make Raymond jealous. She convinces Cyril and Elsa to stage a romance, banking on Raymond’s impulsive nature. It’s a cruel game -not fully understood even by Cécile -but it works. Raymond slips back into his familiar flirtation with Elsa. Anne pretends not to notice… until she does.

She sees them -in the bushes, together.


The Cliff

Anne leaves abruptly. She drives off, alone. Her car veers off a cliff and into the sea. Whether it’s an accident or a suicide is left unsaid, but the emotional impact is undeniable. The care, the calm, the effort -all undone. And Cécile knows exactly what part she played.


Aftermath

There’s no catharsis. No screaming. Just a quiet collapse. Cécile dyes her hair blonde - a subtle tribute to Anne -and floats through the days like a ghost of her former self. Elsa and Cyril fade away. Raymond returns to his easy, unserious ways.

But something in Cécile has shifted permanently.

In the final scene, she attends a party. The host waits, excited. His friends tease him. But Cécile isn’t really there. Her smile is hollow. She has seen the cost of careless emotions and she will carry it with her.


Quiet Devastation in Every Frame

Bonjour Tristesse is filled with sharp, unforgettable moments:

  • Raymond’s confession: “What would I do without you?” an innocent line that later cuts deep.

  • Elsa’s parting words: “Real love looks very lonely.”

  • Anne, heartbroken but dignified: “I can hold onto my loneliness and still love enormously.”

  • Raymond’s defense of his lifestyle: “I’ve never understood why luck is so easily dismissed. I’ve always found it dependable.”

And Chloë Sevigny’s performance as Anne? Incredible. She doesn’t need dramatic lines , her restraint says more than shouting ever could.


Final Thoughts

Bonjour Tristesse is not a loud film. It’s slow, intentional, and disarmingly elegant. But beneath its Riviera chic is a story of emotional recklessness and the fragility of human connection. It reminds us that guilt doesn’t arrive like a thunderstorm - it builds, silently, like a wave that finally crashes when it’s too late.

Eclectic cast. Sublime screenplay. Feels like a 90s indie classic. And it lingers - especially the ache of realizing how easy it is to ruin something good when you don’t know what to do with your own sadness.

 
 
 

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