After her gritty third feature film Polisse, winner of the Jury Prize at Cannes in 2011, Maïwenn tackles a passionate relationship in Mon Roi (My King) a classic, dramatic Gallic manner where emotions seesaw but never quite strike a balance.
Tony (Emmanuelle Bercot), a lawyer, hadn’t chosen the easy way out. After damaging her knee in a skiing accident, she finds herself in a convalescence center. In between rehabilitation exercises and her free time where she hangs out with a group of young suburban working-class guys, she reflects in flashbacks on her turbulent 10-year relationship with ex-husband Georgio (Vincent Cassel), a debonair restaurateur with a dazzling personality and piercing blue eyes which conceal a darker side: a hedonistic egotist whose emotional abuse will ultimately destroy her.
The more we watch Bercot in this seemingly autobiographical story (the director has always been quite open about her life), the more we think Maïwenn herself should have played the role. And while the direction is admirable, the film itself is often suffocating.