Dante Desarthe's second full-length film, Cour toujours is an ebullient, zany comedy
anchored in Jewish culture, occupying the hazy territory between satire and farce.
The film is entertaining but it does not get anywhere near exploiting its full comic potential.
If anything, much of the comedy is misplaced and the film is at its best when it doesn't
go overboard. When it tries to be intentionally funny it merely ends up looking
excessively contrived and ridiculous (for example, all that the business with the rabidly
jealous Jewish husband). What saves the film and gives it a quality feel it
might otherwise lack is the calibre of the performances from its lead actors - Clément
Sibony and Rona Hartner being particularly memorable, both clearly destined for better
things.
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Film Synopsis
Jonas and Nina are a young Jewish couple who have just given birth to a boy. At
the christening ceremony, Jonas is informed that he must bury his son's foreskin three
days after he has been circumcised. Three days later, Jonas is performing as a musician
at a bar mitzvah and forgets all about this simple duty. When his wife calls him
to remind him, he rushes off to bury the foreskin, but the task proves to be far harder
than he anticipated...
Cast:Clément Sibony (Jonas),
Rona Hartner (Nina),
Isaac Sharry (Paco),
Marie Desgranges (Julie),
Emmanuelle Devos (Sophie),
Gilbert Levy (Maurice),
Edouard Montoute (Hervé),
Denis Sebbah (Thierry),
Dan Herzberg (Elie),
François Chattot (Trouillard),
Françoise Bertin (La mère de Trouillard),
Rosa Barenfeld (La grand-mère),
Ariel Journo (Mikaël),
Armand Oiknine (Le Mohel),
Gautier Vignau (Un croyant),
Pierre Aknine (Norbert),
Catherine Herold (La mère de Jonas),
Jean Badin (Le père de Jonas),
Jacqueline Zouary (La mère de Julie),
Patrick Chetrit (Le père de Julie)
Country: France
Language: French
Support: Color
Runtime: 84 min
Aka:Dad on the Run
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