Dir.: Yves Angelo

Yves Angelo began his film career as a cameraman, working on many important French features of the '80s and '90s, among them: UN DIMANCHE � LA CAMPAGNE (Bertrand Tavernier, 1983), CAMILLE CLAUDEL (Bruno Nuytten, 1987), UN COEUR EN HIVER (Claude Sautet, 1991), TOUS LES MATINS DU MONDE (Alain Corneau, 1991), and GERMINAL (Claude Berri, 1993). His camera-work on Alain Corneau's NOCTURNE INDIEN (1988) earned him a C�sar (French Academy Award) and the prize for Best Photography at the Tokyo Festival. He made his directorial debut in 1994 with LE COLONEL CHABERT.

UN AIR SI PUR (CO)
1997 / 35 mm / Couleur / 114 min.
France
CI.22.1, CI.23.3 

Dir.: Yves Angelo; Script: Yves Angelo, Jean Cosmos D'apr�s un roman de / Based on a novel by:Knut Hamsum; Phot.: Edward Klosinski, Denis Lenoir; Ed.: Thierry Derocles; Mus.: Joanna Bruzdowicz; Cast: Fabrice Luchini, Andr� Dussollier, Jacques, Boudet, Edith Scob, Jean-Pierre Lorit, Marie Gillain, Redjep Mitrovitsa, Grazyna Wolszczsak, Krystyna Janda, Yolande Moreau, Laura Betti, Emmanuelle Laborit, Jerzy Radziwilowicz; Prod.: Alain Sarde, Les Film Alain Sarde, 17, rue Dumont d'Urville, 75116 Paris (France), Tel.:44 43 43 70, fax: 47 20 61 50; Sales: Le Studio Canal+, 17, rue Dumont d'Urville, 75116 Paris (France), tel:44 43 98 00, fax:47 20 29 67 ;Dist.: France Film.

During the First World War, a lawyer and a doctor purchase an old house in the mountains which they reconstruct as a sort of high class rest home, a combination hotel and sanatorium, a pastoral retreat for vacationers seeking tranquility or for people suffering from nervous or pulmonary ailments. All these people of different class and nationality, doctors and maids, phony counts and real swindlers, rich princesses and impoverished pianists, French, English, Italian, Swiss or Polish, sick or healthy - they all put on airs, invent new identities, pretend to be other than they are, always dreaming of a future that they are unlikely to achieve. In this strange mountain sanctuary whose links to the real world consist largely of passing convoys of war wounded, behind the facade of pure air and luxury, lies a seamy world of sex and money scandals, of seduction and betrayal, of solitude and death. The veneer of refinement begins showing cracks; the "human comedy" threatens to turn tragic.