MoMI 2025: ‘Bonjour Tristesse’ Showcases the Sun-Soaked Melancholy of Beauty Without Depth

Durga Chew-Bose’s adaptation of Françoise Sagan’s “Bonjour Tristesse” dazzles on the surface, soaking in the golden light of the French Riviera with a painterly precision. There’s an intoxicating sensuality to the way the film indulges in its setting, much like Otto Preminger’s 1958 version. For one, Maximilian Pittner’s cinematography captures the region’s effortless allure—you can almost feel the salty breeze and taste the languid decadence in the air. 

But as with that adaptation, the aesthetic pleasures come at a cost. While visually sumptuous, Chew-Bose’s adaptation often skims over the novel’s sharper psychological edges, leaving behind a film that is captivating to look at but lacking the emotional weight that made Sagan’s story endure.

A Riviera Dream, A Hollow Reality

Lily McInerny stars as Cécile, a precocious teenager spending the summer with her widowed father, Raymond (Claes Bang), and his latest girlfriend, Elsa (Naïlia Harzoune). Their days are a blur of sun-drenched leisure—swimming, drinking, smoking, and flirting with abandon. Their life is one without consequences, a kind of careless hedonism that suits them both. Raymond, ever the charming rake, makes no effort to discipline Cécile or curb her flirtation with the neighbor boy, Cyril (Aliocha Schneider). 

Then, into this fragile idyll arrives Anne (Chloë Sevigny), an old friend of Raymond’s late wife, bringing with her a sense of structure, responsibility, and quiet authority. Anne’s presence upends the household dynamic, particularly when she and Raymond announce their plans to marry, forcing Cécile into a reckoning with the idea that summer—both literal and metaphorical—must eventually end.

More MoMI Coverage: ‘Desert of Namibia’: A Neurotic Portrayal of Dissociation and Emotional Disconnect

Narrative Choices Expose the Missing Weight of Regret—and an Enigma Left Underexplored

While “Bonjour Tristesse” is a story rich with dramatic potential, this adaptation never fully capitalizes on it. Unlike the novel, which opens in medias res with Cécile reflecting on the events of that fateful summer from a colder, more detached present, the film follows a straightforward, linear structure.

The loss of this framing device is a missed opportunity; Sagan’s decision to structure her novel this way gave it a sense of melancholic inevitability, forcing readers to consider why things happened rather than what happened. It also positioned Cécile as a more reflective narrator, allowing the weight of her choices to settle in as something she would never quite escape. Without this narrative layer, the film feels curiously weightless, moving from scene to scene with an air of inevitability but little real emotional urgency.

There’s also a frustrating vagueness to the film’s handling of Anne, a character whose complexity should have been an asset. The novel paints her as both a stabilizing force and an emotionally fragile woman, someone whose strict adherence to order is as much a defense mechanism as it is a virtue. Her unraveling stems from deep emotional wounds, exacerbated by Cécile’s schemes and Raymond’s insouciance. 

Here, however, Anne remains something of an enigma. The film hints at her struggles but never fully commits to exploring her mental state. Sevigny, always an arresting screen presence, does her best to inject nuance into the role, and there are moments where she suggests a well of hurt beneath Anne’s composed exterior. But without a stronger script to support her, Anne’s emotional arc feels less like a slow, painful dissolution and more like an unfortunate plot development.

‘Bonjour Tristesse’: A Beautiful Shell Without a Beating Heart

Despite these shortcomings, the film is not without its pleasures. As mentioned, Pittner’s cinematography alone is reason enough to watch, capturing Côte d’Azur with a sensuousness that borders on intoxicating. On the other hand, Lesley Barber’s piano-rich score complements this mood beautifully, evoking both the playfulness of youthful indulgence and the quiet ache of growing up. And while the film itself doesn’t always rise to the occasion, Sevigny’s performance remains its strongest asset. Her Anne is just as enigmatic as Deborah Kerr’s, if not more. Whatever the case, Sevigny brings enough raw intensity to certain moments—particularly in the later scenes—that she almost compensates for the script’s reluctance to fully explore the character.

But when all is said and done, this “Bonjour Tristesse” remains a beautiful yet hollow experience, a film that captures the surfaces of its world but not the depths. It’s a respectable debut from Chew-Bose and a handsomely crafted one, but it never quite justifies its own existence in the shadow of both the novel and the 1958 film. Either bold reinvention or deeper psychological insight could have given it a reason to stand on its own, but without either, it fades into the background—much like the fleeting summers its characters so desperately cling to.

“Bonjour Tristesse” screened in this year’s First Look, the annual film showcase of the Museum of the Moving Image (MoMI). The festival runs from March 12 to 16, 2025. Follow us for more coverage.