| Jacques Gamblin | ... | Robert Duval | |
| Zabou Breitman | ... | Marie-Jeanne Duval | |
| Déborah François | ... | Fleur Duval | |
| Marc-André Grondin | ... | Raphaël Duval | |
| Pio Marmaï | ... | Albert Duval | |
| Roger Dumas | ... | Pierre | |
| Cécile Cassel | ... | Prune | |
| Stanley Weber | ... | Éric | |
| Sarah Cohen-Hadria | ... | Clara | |
| Camille De Pazzis | ... | Moïra | |
| Aymeric Cormerais | ... | Sacha | |
| Jean-Jacques Vanier | ... | Mathias Moreau | |
| Philippe Lefebvre | ... | Philippe | |
| François-Xavier Demaison | ... | Le docteur Marcaurel | |
| Gilles Lellouche | ... | Le rasta blanc | |
| Françoise Brion | ... | La maîtresse du chien | |
| Nathalie Grandhomme | ... | La mère de Sacha (as Nathalie Grand'Homme) | |
| Jérôme Chappatte | ... | Le père de Sacha (as Jérôme Chapatte) | |
| Ophélie Koering | ... | La prof de biolo | |
| Lyes Salem | ... | Le type saoul qui veut du Abba | |
| Laurent Besançon | ... | Le maire (as Laurent Bezançon) | |
| Sinclair | ... | Angus Young (as Mathieu Blanc-Francard) | |
| Jean-Louis Frémont | ... | L'organisateur du concert | |
| Romain Lesaffre | ... | Un air-guitariste | |
| Benoît Bgr | ... | Un air-guitariste | |
| Lewis René | ... | Ciscos | |
| Valentin Barniske | ... | Big Dav | |
| Sebastien Lemenez De Kerdelleau | ... | Bonnetman | |
| Camille Mardery | ... | Le jeune homme du répondeur (voice) | |
| Julien Israël | ... | Journaliste reportage Bill Clinton (voice) | |
| Nina Rodriguez | ... | Fleur 10 ans | |
| Chloé Ageorges | ... | Fleur enfant | |
| Loïs Couvreur | ... | Fleur enfant | |
| Simon Cohen | ... | Albert 12 ans | |
| Vincent Sgonamillo | ... | Albert enfant (as Vincent Scognamillo) | |
| Gabriel Melot | ... | Albert enfant | |
| Raphaël Bouvet | ... | Raphaël 10 ans | |
| Ange Fontanaud | ... | Raphaël enfant | |
| Luigi Rigoulot | ... | Raphaël enfant | |
| Océane Loison | ... | Clara enfant |
Réalisé par | |||
| Rémi Bezançon | |||
Scénaristes(in alphabetical order) | ||
| Rémi Bezançon | writer | |
Produit par | |||
| Eric Altmeyer | .... | producer | |
| Nicolas Altmeyer | .... | producer | |
Musique originale | |||
| Sinclair | |||
Image | |||
| Antoine Monod | |||
Montage | |||
| Sophie Reine | |||
Décorateur de plateau | |||
| Jimena Esteve | |||
Directeur de production | |||
| Aurélia Bono | .... | assistant unit manager | |
| Damien Gailliardot | .... | assistant unit manager | |
| Thierry Muscat | .... | production manager | |
Art Department | |||
| Gilles Graziano | .... | computer graphics designer | |
| Cyril Père | .... | property master | |
Technicien du son | |||
| Laurent Charbonnier | .... | boom operator | |
| Emmanuel Croset | .... | sound | |
| Anne Gibourg | .... | dialogue editor | |
| Damien Guillaume | .... | assistant sound editor | |
| Eddy Laurent | .... | sound | |
| Hubert Teissedre | .... | foley recording engineer | |
| Hubert Teissedre | .... | post sync recording engineer | |
| Olivier Walczak | .... | supervising sound editor | |
Visual Effects | |||
| Laurent Brett | .... | title designer | |
| Sebastien Gombeaud-Saintonge | .... | Flame artist: Mac Guff Ligne, Paris | |
Camera and Electrical Department | |||
| Andy Achard | .... | grip | |
| Loïc Bouladjat | .... | electrician | |
| Pierre-Louis de Stefano | .... | grip | |
| Nicolas Dollander | .... | Steadicam operator | |
| Sébastien Fanchault | .... | grip | |
| Renaud Garnier | .... | electrician | |
| Marine Goujet | .... | camera trainee | |
| Emilie de la Hosseraye | .... | still photographer | |
| Natacha Lee | .... | first assistant camera | |
| Stella Libert | .... | second assistant camera | |
| Adrien Maillard | .... | electrician | |
| Guillaume Noël | .... | grip | |
| Laurent Usse | .... | key grip | |
Costume and Wardrobe Department | |||
| Claire Lacaze | .... | costumer | |
Editorial Department | |||
| Claire Fieschi | .... | assistant editor | |
| Nassim Gordji Tehrani | .... | assistant editor | |
| Frederic Jupin | .... | digital conformation | |
| Philippe Reinaudo | .... | digital intermediate technical director | |
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Can you go back in your memory and find a key day that was the start of your life as you know it now? Who were the people around you then? What was your favourite song? Was there maybe a special piece of clothing that brings memories flooding back with a smile? What about the food you loved those days? Iconic details. Where are they burned in your brain like a hit song, a movie masterpiece, an unstoppable feeling. When did your life first explode? Somewhere those images are a picture of who you are.
Maybe it was getting married. Your first child. Leaving home. Passing your driving test. Getting your Amex Gold. Or falling in love. Moving house. Losing your virginity. Starting university. Finding religion. Getting stoned. Discovering you were someone else all along. Take five people. Take five days. Define the tingles at either end of their spines. Who they are to themselves. To each other. The family in which they are all, somehow, related.
The First Day of the Rest of Your Life might not be Magnolia or even American Beauty, but it's damn good fun. This is thumpingly enjoyable entertainment, even with (dare I mention them?) 'subtitles.' In less than two hours, you will feel that you've known Mum and Dad, eldest son Albert, grungy sister Fleur, romantic bro' Raphael all your life. Cos now you know theirs.
Blood ties and facts are only one of the ways we relate. Usually the really important bits are a single moment, incident or word. Bits that affect everything else. Bits that define people to you in ways words can't. Intimacies or misunderstandings. Hard decisions taken when you disagree with those you love.
Powered by a wonderfully cross-Channel soundtrack, The First Day of the Rest of Your Life is fast and funny. And never flippant. A film for intelligent teenagers who still like to get wasted. For parents struggling to bond. For those in relationships and those struggling to connect. It's not often I feel I can recommend a film to nearly everyone I know (barring subtitles allegies). But I'll stick my neck out and say this is one.
It's a symphonic comedy. Of finding yourself alone in the midst of those who love you. Taking pride in yourself even if no-one remembers. Of finally getting through to someone. It could almost be the thinking feelgood film of the year if it wasn't in French (maybe they'll dub it for America??) To get such a complex mix right is masterpiece of modern editing. But the filmmakers have also been astutely conscious of the need to define key experiences in terms audiences can relate to rather than just the way they are experienced by the characters. A love of grunge and praying at Jim Morrison's grave, for instance, does not translate into inflicting Nirvana and the Doors on us. Rather, music is used in classic style to communicate feelings.
Or Bowie: Time - He's waiting in the wings . . .
His script is you and me, boy There are plenty of senseless things in the First Day of the Rest of Your Life. Believe me air guitar has never looked so cool. But there are enough really cool, heart-warming moments to make it more than worth your ticket price. It doesn't hit the intellectual self-awareness heights about dysfunctional families that it is capable of life, death, trust and infidelity, burying your dog, nicotine patches, feng shui, confiscated joints, premature ejaculation and facelifts none of this matters and yet it does. And as polished all-round entertainment, this film is fairly hard to beat. If you disagree, maybe be you're taking life too seriously and not seriously enough. Sometimes it's hard (as every film critic knows). To just stop analysing long enough to smell the grass. In literary terms, it amounts to Mrs Dalloway buying the flowers herself.