I just saw this movie based on the novel by Eric Holder. Let me come clean: I already am in awe of main character Vincent Lindon's acting prowess, but in this movie, he breaks my already melted heart.
A really good guy, loving father who kisses his son noisily every day when he picks him up from school. A tender son who washes his elderly father's feet, scrubbing with a soapy glove between the toes. As a husband, he is correct but no more.
Then he meets his son's teacher and Jean, the burly maçon shows us what a man in love looks like. If you can, rent this movie, it is as moving as Mademoiselle Chambon's violin playing.
Barbara's moving Septembre closes the movie perfectly. Sublime.
I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers...