It is a performances centric movie

Clever and entertaining enough to recommend even to members of the 1%

Easily the biggest piece of Right wing non sense propaganda I ever saw.

It really made me laugh, but for some moments I was tearing up because I could relate so much.

It's late 17th century. The viola da gamba player Monsieur de Sainte Colombe comes home to find that his wife died while he was away. In his grief he builds a small house in his garden into which he moves to dedicate his life to music and his two young daughters Madeleine and Toinette, avoiding the outside world.The first thing that struck me about this film was the title. Although it has a translation as a subtitle, the proper title is the French one, even for the American release. That is rather uncommon, and would tend to scare people away, so it was a brave decision on someone's part.And the second thing is Gerard Depardieu. As I understand it, this was still a couple years before American audiences knew who he was. It is easy to see how he went from national (French) fame to international. He is clearly the breakout actor in everything he does.

First let me say that I am typically very favorable on historical drama in general and music history in particular--The Red Viloin, Farinelli, Topsy-Turvy, Amadeus--fine pictures all, in their own ways. Tous Les Matins du Monde begins auspiciously, and unfolds with such grace and skill that for the first half, at least, one is easily given over to the assumption of being gratefully ensconced in a wise and perceptive story of loss, love, and art. Few films set in the 17th century are as evocative of the period; the music itself is transcendent; and there are moments and genuine epiphany, even if they are a bit more intellectual than emotional. But Tous Les Matins du Monde turns out to be a crafty deceit, one that I find to be so terribly, typically French: the notion that suffering itself connotes importance, that joy is for wimps, and that redemption is embodied in art alone (i.e. the sublime expression of suffering). This is a bit like the notion that being cynical is the same as being smart. It looks a lot like truth, but when you scratch the surface you find only a lazy potential for real insight. Such is the unfortunate scope of Tous Les Matins du Monde. By the last third of the picture, one begins to realize that it has nothing very much more to say than what it had been offering all along. That's not a story, it's a premise. It's a good thing the music contains so much range of emotion, because everything else in the picture is striking a single note. The perfunctory and somewhat ridiculous intellectual exchange at the end about the "answer" to what music is only serves to emphasize the limitations of the exercise. In true French fashion, the pretense of gravity is meant to be taken for the real thing.

First things first, this is a film very much about music, so if you do not like "classical" music, then find something else. It is something like a short philosophy of music according to M. de St. Colombe and Marin Marais, two very different composers---how close the movie is to the "real" St. Colombe and Marias, confessedly, I do not know, but this is not a documentary, so it really does not matter. There is also a very beautiful exploration of love and its various manifestations in friendship, parenthood, and sexual relations. The movie is heavy, burdened by sadness and melancholy; but it is a beautiful film and worth viewing so long as you are prepared for its weight. Its tones are elegiac, autumnal, meditative, and inward, as is the haunting music given us by Jordi Savall and co. The acting, sets, and cinematography are all excellent (hence the 10 rating). If you want something light then this is not the film for you; if you are, however, in a mood for a film that mourns with dignity, then you have found the right one.

A truly amazing movie with Gerard Depardieu at his best. He creates an atmosphere by a single look, rules the screen whenever he is on. Surprisingly, even his wash-out son, the poor Guillaume couldn't manage to do any harm to this throat-gripping tale. Nevertheless, the film is far less pleasure for the hearing impaired as the music is the real hot shot of this movie. It is simply unforgettable. All the Mornings of the World is not a mass movie (though it had an incredible success, 2 million people saw it in France alone). It is slow, action-free and cathartically sad with a very special classical kind of soundtrack for the movie connoisseurs.