Future, tense

Tu seras mon fils (You will be my son)

Crit

This may be the best vinicentric film I've ever seen, and it's certainly the toughest one. Paul de Marseul (Niels Arestrup) is a right bastard of a vintner, who has no use for his son Martin (Lorànt Deutsch), even though the kid is essentially a Gallic Paul Dano, and c'mon, who could resist a Gallic Paul Dano?

Martin can studied viticulture in college, but Paul thinks he lacks the proper nose, and the proper terroir. Fortunately and unfortunately, depending on your perspective, the guy who has both happens to be the son (Nicolas Bridet) of Paul's longtime vineyard manager, François (Patrick Chesnais), who is dying of pancreatic cancer. François gets the benefit of all the paternal warmth denied Martin. It is no accident, I think, that Bridet looks as if he could be Deutsch's big brother, and the quasi-sibling rivalry is amped to a lethal level by Paul's cold-hearted machinations.

A hard but rewarding film to watch, and it made me damned thirsty.