Our review of La Page blanche, or the discreet charm of the amnesiac

The idea of ​​the film is seductive as hell. One fine morning, a young woman finds herself sitting alone on a Parisian bench. She doesn’t remember anything. Or almost…

This amnesia of identity lands on the heroine with the heady sweetness of an invisibility cloak. Without letting herself be disconcerted for too long by this terrifying observation, the pretty Héloïse quickly regains control. Like a Sherlock Holmes in a petticoat, she begins to investigate herself in order to reclaim her life, to seek to reintegrate herself into the twirling flow of her daily existence.

Very loosely adapted from the comic The Blank Page signed Penelope Bagieu and Boulet, Murielle Magellan’s “existential romantic comedy” takes the viewer on a rhythmic quest for identity, captivating like a poetic round, as disturbing as it is whimsical. Full of charm and gentle determination, the actress Sara Giraudeau slips into the skin of this amnesiac as seductive as it is casual. From first to last…