A Journey through Memory and Misunderstanding

So, folks, I just took a little detour into “Floride,” a film that, at first glance, seems like your typical French family drama. But boy, does it have some layers! Directed by Philippe Le Guay (who’s known for “The Women on the 6th Floor,” if that rings a bell), it’s anchored by the fierce yet fragile Jean Rochefort. Rochefort delivers what I’d call a masterclass in conveying vulnerability, all wrapped in stubborn dignity.

Now, when I think of the film’s title, Floride, I can’t help but recall a holiday trip to Stockholm’s very own Skansen, where my grandpa believed he was visiting Florida—but let’s save that story for another fika. The film itself plays with this theme of misplaced memories in a truly heart-wrenching way, focusing on Claude, an elderly man grappling with Alzheimer’s. I must say, Alzheimer’s, it’s a bit like getting lost in Gamla Stan’s winding alleys without Google’s help—confusing, sometimes scary, but also full of unexpected vistas.

Sandrine Kiberlain joins as Claude’s dutiful daughter, Carole. Now, here’s where I’m in two minds. Kiberlain’s performance is earnest and relatable, just like that neighbor we all have, you know, who always has baking left over and offers it with a warm smile. But at times, the script, let’s be honest, strays into melodrama, leaving me with an uneasy sense that perhaps it’s trying too hard to tug at those heart strings.

What lingers after watching “Floride” are the little things—the jangling of a familiar tune, a fleeting glance between father and daughter. Are these not the echoes of our own lives?

To be honest, I’m a sucker for films that explore memory—maybe it’s a Swedish thing, or just me reminiscing too much. So, let’s grab a kanelbulle and dive into this one together. You might find it frustrating and fascinating, like life itself.

Check the trailer below