L'heure d'été (Summer Hours) (Olivier Assayas, 2008)

This movie by Olivier Assayas has everything to make your blood boil: it is talky, presumptuous, and about an upper-middle class family. However, it is involving and meaningful in a surprising way.  It is not my task to review films resumed in other thousand sites and blogs, so I only will let some thoughts on it for you.  It is about the value of perdurable objects, not the everyday disposable things related to fashionable technology, but those little trinkets that used to be made to make the journey of a lifetime next to us, in our living rooms, kitchens, bathrooms and sleeping quarters.
Assayas mixes this personal question with broader issues: how to kept cultural objects and the national heritage, how to show them and what happens and the same time with people (which are personified forms of this heritage). Globalized capitalism does not forgive, not even to those that seems to be the winners of the system.  It is not a perfect movie, in the end we still ask ourselves why we should care about the inheritance of the bourgeois: Maybe if we consider them as the guardians of what is left of a thriving society the danger of loss will be touching also for us. (4/5)