This film doesn't convey the events of 1968 in France as well as some (Milou En Mai, or Les Amants Réguliers), but it does get something of the exuberance of the community feel, the sense of idealism that took hold of young people. The film has some very appealing actors and the whole thing passes pleasantly, if a bit superficially. It is too long, I think, but works better divided up as you would a soap opera. It is always a problem to cover a thirty-odd year period, and it doesn't completely come off, although seeing it in bits offsets this, where it otherwise does lapse into a slight feeling of tedium. The latter stages of the film are less good, especially where Aids becomes a theme as well ... It is a bit like madeira cake, where the first slices are the freshest: Yannick Renier is particularly appealing in a yellow shirt, undone low, with various hippyish accoutrements, or in aquamarine - he looks wonderful, anyway - as does the lustrous-haired boy who plays the pure-spirited Hervé. You can sense that the directors have an eye for this particular kind of poetry of the male form. Laetitia Casta will certainly appeal on the female side, but her acting is not so convincing, nor her look as the decades pass, and I couldn't quite see her as the mother of adult children. It is probably best seen as a lyrical evocation of certain ideals, shown to fall apart somewhat, with generous amounts of eye candy that are replenished by Theo Frilet in the later stages.