Grandma as a premonition French comedy is very special. Like cheese with mold or frog fillet under mayonnaise.
On the screens of the funeral of grandmother without grandmother. All we are invited to see is the ashes of her earthly spirit. But there are links to the past of Madame Berta, who help the main character to collect their cockroaches in the head in one heap.
Decorative flower-sevenflower of coffins of different shapes, colors, materials amuses, and at the same time somewhat shocking. Death is a completely natural, already ordinary phenomenon. There is a scheme: you order a coffin, a ceremony, pretend that you are sad, pay money (one of the reasons for secret sadness). That's it. It's just gross. Because it's not sincere.
Armand is a funny man. He's worried too much about his grandmother's death. Or, still, because the funeral of the old lady incognito and the day of the jam of the mistress falls on Wednesday.
Everything is done so that no one will know anything. From everywhere rustles and whispers, chicanery - just like in "Carnival Night" - where Ogurtsov was preparing his statistical show.
The truth eventually breaks out, and the grandmother invisibly and quietly remains to lie in the coffin of the classic form of black. The river as an allegory of life, picks up the ashes of Bertha, and carries it to unknown shores.
Armand is far from the “zakidons” of grandmother – she had a secret correspondence with an invisible lover, hopes for a meeting with him and the desire that “the illusion lived forever.” The red ball, which the girl Berta caught from the air arms of the Artist, and with him, caught his energy and fell in love with him. A dried flower instead of a magic wand. “Make me disappear,” she tells Armand. Whether it is a vision or a reality, the spirit disappears. No complaints or complaints.
It's kind of a long time, but it's funny. You can laugh at the eccentricity of the French, who are all children here. Not a single adult. Nothing. A family name. The alternative is a game of mother-father-son daughters. And Bertha was the same kid. Her being—like Maksudov’s notes—continues to live apart from her, not to continue her love and memories. Letters, postcards - old-timers, which you do not listen.
Armand must disappear in her Indian trunk to return and never return. Still, he escaped from trouble, but magically declared his rebellion not from the ashes, but from the subtle celestial matter.