During the heat wave of July 1976, Claude and Isabelle spend their summer vacations with their two young sons, Simon (12) and Bibou (8), Isabelle’s mother, and two couples who are dear friends. Isabelle is originally from Brittany. She is the one who has chosen the small village of her birth, Rocher Abraham, as their summer destination. Claude is Jewish, originally from Algeria. Locals whose accent is as rough as their manners greet the group with suspicion. The coexistence is not easy between Parisians and country-folk, Jews and Bretons. But, gradually, old resentments, past hatred and prejudices are swept away to make room for friendship, emotions, puppy-loves and rekindled romances. These are precious moments, never to be forgotten. In Rocher Abraham, twenty miles away from the sea, Bibou and Simon carve out for themselves an unforgettable summer. Their most memorable vacation!
Cast & Crew
Director : Phillipe Lellouche
Screenplay : Frédéric Petitjean
Starring : Gérard Darmon, Julie Gayet, Philippe Lellouche, Vanessa Demouy, Christian Vadim
Schedule & Presentation
Presentation by and discussion with actress Julie Gayet
Saturday, March 23 – 2:40 p.m at the Byrd Theater ~ 1h34 ~ General Audience
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The film is dedicated “to our fathers” in general, but to your father in particular.
My father kept repeating to me: “I would love to see you and your brother in the same film one day.” And then, we learned about his illness. This was when I began to write Nos plus belles vacances, for my brother and myself.
The action unfolds in Brittany during the summer of 1976. . .
It was our mother’s native land and at the same time a kind of distant planet, a prolific nature inhabited by people speaking with harsh and strange accents.
The village where you stayed is called Le Rocher Abraham. A mystery in itself. . .
To find this rock in the most remote corner of Brittany was an irony of life. The irony is that nobody in the village or at the town hall is even capable of explaining the origin of the word and the reason why the name of Abraham got linked to the rock. . .
According to Marcel Pagnol, “one never recovers from his childhood.” Do you agree?
Of course, the granite quarry where we played as kids is in my mind the extension of Marcel Pagnol’s garrigue; a world of unlimited adventures. It is the attachment to the land that I inherited from my mother’s family, balancing somehow the Mediterranean and exuberant side of my father: half granite, half couscous.