La Maison en Petits Cubes is the sweetest, gentlest film I saw in a long long time. That it’s only 11 minutes long makes the feat all the more amazing. It understands how we all have rooms in our memory we forget even exist. A bittersweet romance, an exciting adventure, a joke shared with a friend which nobody else could understand, they all eventually end up in a submerged room inside our memory somewhere. And sometimes I stumble into one of those rooms by accident, grateful and surprised it’s been there all along.
Reminds me of advice Mary Schmich gave in her famous sunscreen speech: “keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements”.