A young girl’s privileged life in Paris circa 1970 is suddenly changed when a relative is killed by the not-yet-dead Francisco Franco. Her parents decide to give up their “bourgeois” life and become more politically active. They fire their Cuban nanny, who complains bitterly that her former employers are merely playing at revolution, while she suffered through a real one. The little girl is oblivious to the politics — all she knows is that she’s living in a smaller apartment which is filled with strange people at all hours of the day and night, her parents take her to political demonstrations instead of the part on Sunday, and they seem to have a lot less time for her than they did before.
This movie, though, is less about politics than it is about parenting. I loved the scenes where the mother starts to give adult answers to her daughter’s persistent questions. The reaction of her daughter (a remarkable young actress) — at first pleased and surprised that her mother is taking her seriously, followed by the suddent realization that some of her innocence has been irretrievably lost — is priceless. The film’s ultimate, life-affirming message is that children can deal with an awful lot of dislocation, if they are secure in their parents’ love.