One Fine Morning

The irony of being intimately connected while desperately lonely can be a hard one to digest. Yet director Mia Hansen-Løve prods at the concept with the same tenderness that she applies to all her films.

Hansen-Løve hits a career high note, delivering a quietly thoughtful and ultimately life-affirming portrait of the strange interaction between loss and rebirth. It’s a miraculous balancing act that pretty much took my breath away.

One Fine Morning is a response to the battle that her own father and philosophy professor, Ole Hansen-Love, faced with Alzheimer’s disease.

Some flicks need a bearded assassin or ghostface killer to create drama. Hansen-Løve just needs the stuff of real life.

In a tender, intelligent film, everything has a dual role: mournful and playful, freighted and weightless.

Hansen-Løve and Seydoux make a dream team. More please!

The understated family drama depicted throughout One Fine Morning is effectively staged and moving to watch.



It unfolds in a natural, deceptively simple way as Hansen-Løve tackles themes of loss and rebirth.

One Fine Morning slides along so smoothly that you barely notice the steady control being exerted from behind the camera. This is top-drawer urban drama for grown-ups, one that presents real people negotiating key crossroads in life.

The power of her [Hansen-Løve's] film lies less in the invitation to relate or in feeling familiar with that world but in the mastery of manifesting the opacity of an interior life whose richness lies in its misterious nature. [Full review in Spanish]