The France, Our Lady.

I don't even know how to think about La France, let alone what.

In a lot of ways, I felt that this was an anti-Cold Mountain (though never deliberately so). The two plots, in many ways, parallel each other, and they are both structured around music, but they are both handled in such different manners. Where Cold Mountain spares us no Hollywood flourishes, La France is content with flat, bare statements, willfully unadorned. La France goes out of its way in a few places to avoid narrative engagement with the audience. And the ending, instead of filled with passionate reconciliation, ends with a slow, almost sad sexual release.