Twelve years is enough.
The end of his second term is approaching.
Clémence will not represent herself.
She is mayor of a town in the 93. Shake hands, she knows how to do.
It was a full time job.
You had to smile at strangers, respond to the most diverse requests.
The elected official considers that she has fulfilled her task.
There is this insalubrious city, the district of Bernardins.
In one of the towers, flooding is not uncommon.
The tenants refuse to pay the charges.
Some are operated by sleep merchants.
This situation can not continue.
The state must intervene.
A grant of 63 million euros would be welcome.
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Clémence would like to leave with a bang, show her pride, go out with her head held high.
But Monsieur Grand Paris dithers.
The elections are getting closer.
The first assistant is pawing.
We feel that she has long teeth.
The aedile begins to doubt.
She wanted to prove her disinterestedness, show her righteousness.
A problem arises: he is left with the prospect of a ministerial post, for the future.
The city?
Something like that, yes.
“A small notch in the history of France”
, says one of the enarques in charge of the message.
In her pavilion, the heroine weighs the pros and cons.
Her son will soon be leaving home - of the husband, there is never any question.
Loneliness pierces the screen
Basically, ambition is not a defect.
His director of cabinet observes the cabinet with respect, astonishment, disappointment.
Reda Kateb, Jiminy Cricket in a gray suit, finds her best role here.
His silences are heavy.
He devotes himself body and soul, deals with the bosses, plugs the breaches.
He comes from there.
The suburbs, he knows all the pitfalls.
This gives it strength, legitimacy.
Politics is a game of goose - it's just about not being the turkey of the joke.
Small arrangements with the truth have their uses.
Nevertheless, the rotten must be punished.
A final start, and the honor is safe.
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Isabelle Huppert slips effortlessly into the clothes of this torn woman.
His heels click on the asphalt.
She does not let it go.
The Prime Minister rides it.
We won't step on his toes like that.
It's a small bull let loose in the arena.
Right in her shoes, she goes for it, holds meetings, does not fear blackmail.
His days have more than twenty-four hours.
The phone doesn't stop ringing.
What jacket to wear for this meeting?
The blue or the white?
His loneliness pierces the screen.
The book is instructive.
It reveals the springs of a campaign, the confrontation of egos.
A dinner party with a missing party leader turns sour.
Reda Kateb, though treacherous, tells an anecdote about Obama that sums up the dilemma they all face.
Thomas Kruithof conducts his business with a hand that does not tremble.
The film, clenched like a fist, aims at the heart of the target.
These
Promises
are kept, in every sense of the word.
We vote for Kruithof.
Both rounds.