I don't normally tread on the film reviews here but today I was asked by a friend last minute if I wanted to join him to see Eden after a meeting we attended. Given that my Saturday nights are currently as exciting as an old mans trip to the post box and back I said yes.
I vaguely remembered seeing the trailer awhile ago on a Daft Punk fan blog and thinking it looked interesting, and being a big French House music fan I was very curious about what I originally thought was a film about the rise of the side-chain disco scene and Daft Punk.
What I got was a very long but beautifully honest coming of age film for men in their 30's with a progressive but emotionally slow paced look into the life of Paul, who starts of simply as a young man who loved noting more than escapism, music and chasing the two of those things with his friends.
He stumbles upon the dream of becoming a DJ and with a friend starts making his own music, bumping into young and undiscovered Daft punk along the way. Things go well for a while as you would expect for anyone with that affiliation in the scene back then, however the story then starts to focus deeply on his friendships, addictions and relationships along the way rather than the film becoming a voyeuristic Daft Punk biopic.
His naive choices on said focuses become apparent as he struggles to discover the true sources of happiness, investing everything in the wrong places and ultimately struggling to grow from a young man with a dream into a grown man with healthy connections and a place in an ever changing world.
I didn't plan to see this film, but it was much welcomed into my life. Mia Hansen-Løve did an amazing job at creating a film based on her brother Sven Hansen-Løve's own story and his involvement in the music scene with great love, truth and insight only a sister could understand. Obviously the soundtrack alone is worth the entry fee as it will have you back home digging out some classics to inspire the rest of your week as you truly look into yourself and ask, what am I doing with my life? and stand as a reminder of why clubbing and getting wasted should not be on that list now you're an adult.
I enjoyed a nice walk home past the drunken lads and dolled up girls drinking from my bottle of water thinking "maybe being a boring old man is not such a bad thing. Must remember to post them letters tomorrow"