In a misty coastal town, a young man retreats to a rental house by the sea. During his stay, he unexpectedly embarks on a journey into the past of a life that will lead him to a chance meeting he won’t soon forget.
Thus reads the synopsis of CLOVERLEAF, a short film from writer and director Charles Alexandre Tisseyre, a film that’s not soon forgotten itself. It’s the type of film that seeps into your heart and tugs at the strings, at times uplifting and at times melancholic, but one that ultimately leaves you feeling alive. Everything here equals perfection from the gorgeous cinematography to the acting to the musical accompaniment.
A young man retreats to a rental house by the sea, seemingly to mourn the loss of someone dear to him – wife or girlfriend perhaps. While there he discovers a photo and a locket which leads him on a journey to a retirement home where he meets a woman who reminds him of how important memories are and that life goes on. Did I mention all of this is accomplished without a single word? The lack of anything but a stunning orchestral only adds to the beauty here and leaves the viewer with the ability to come to their own conclusions about what and who these people are. I watched it twice and had a different view each time – both of them wonderful.
Achingly haunting, CLOVERLEAF reminds me at times of BLACK SWAN with its use of reflections – not mirrored reflections but reflections of the past, of the future and the present and reflections of relationships. Equally haunting, not to mention achingly beautiful, is Françoise Faucher as the old woman. Her expressions, her eyes, everything about her burnt its way into my mind and stayed there. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen one person say so much without saying anything at all.
If you’re a fan of short films that make you think, that make you smile and that make you weep, CLOVERLEAF is the perfect film for you. I highly recommend you head over to Facebook to “like” them and check them out at IMDB as well.