The Rose Maker

A film that wears its emotions lightly but generously, like dew on a blush-colored petal.

Veteran César winner Catherine Frot lends some gravitas to this amiable, underwritten story of an independent rose farmer taking desperate measures to stay in business.

It’s a relaxed film, one that allows the audience to sit back and, if not smell the roses, then at least appreciate them.

A slender but engaging tale about competition, cooperation and creativity. And while we’re on the C’s, no small amount of craftiness.

While not quite laugh-out loud funny, the film is cleverly structured as an allegory of French society, with characters who grow and develop (like roses).

The Rose Maker is a breath of cinematic fresh air.

The film may not be as exotic as the flowers Eve and her team bring to market, but there still remains something moving in the air upon completion.

This edgy, fun, and gorgeous film puts big business under the scope and celebrates, the fascinating world of roses, it’s a love story and a world of eye-popping fun. And you’ll know how to hybridise a rose by the end. Magic.

It’s a familiar story about misfits bonding, set in an unusual, inviting world.

A charming femme-centric French dramedy about a middle-aged rose cultivator (Catherine Frot) who's inherited her family's beautiful multi-generational flower nursery near Paris, and is trying to save the place — her home since childhood — from bankruptcy